I watched her face change. Its desperate whiteness began to clear. Her skin flushed as her tension subsided. I saw her eyes, sharp with anger, soften,...but they continued to round out, growing wider. They shimmered with liquid. The flush in her cheeks became a deep blush, and she looked at me with a new horror, her memory of the previous minute."My poor babies!" She gasp and fled through the living room and up the stairs. Her door slammed shut in the distance. The faint click of its lock sounded. “We got two k**s already, you know,” he said, rubbing his shaft. “We just can’t.” I shrugged. No judgment from me. .“And I’m always horny. Always. I think it’s a sickness.” He wrapped his fist around the shaft. “I can’t believe how big it is, man,” I said. “It’s so thick. The knob alone. If I had a dick like that, I’d be horny all the time too.” “I used to have a buddy in high school blow me, you know,” he said, real matter of factly. “But I don’t get much head from anyone or even get to fuck,. As the anesthesia wore off, she was momentarily confused, but then remembered. _Femborg. They just turned me into a femborg._She tried to turn her head too look around, but couldn't. She tried to sit up, but she was strapped down. No. She wasn't strapped down. She just couldn't move. Immediately panicking, she took note of her body. She could still feel her body—-she could feel her back pressing down on the gurney, she could feel the starchy prison sheets draped over her body. But she was. She was hot and horny. She looked at me for a long moment, just drew my face close to her and gave a small peck on my lips and said, “chal theek hai, yahi par let ja. Dono saath mei padhte hai. Par mujhe disturb mat karna. Warna saara maja kharaab ho jaayega.” For the first time, her kiss on my lips sent a chill in my spine. With that she moved aside and I lied besides. I held the book with her. We were very close and felt each other’s skin.It was nothing new. Often on summer days we slept in.