"At least I'm tied up."She rocked back on her heels and studied him, trying to decide what he could possibly mean. Was it the fever talking? He seemed...lucid enough. "They" presumably meant the couple of freaks she'd seen before. What the heck were they about? And why was he relieved to be bound? Her reverie was cut short as he suddenly gagged and coughed, almost choking. The residue of blood in his mouth was thick and he was having trouble swallowing.She rushed to the sink, cupping her hands. Fran looked, Renee realized with a feeling of dismay stabbing at her heart, as if she had adapted. As if she belonged here in this place and this time!What did she look like herself, though? She stared at the soft, dark skin she got from her French mother and wondered. Did she look like she belonged, too?Could anybody really belong to this?She searched her soul and the answer frightened her. There was no doubt in her mind. It was "Yes!"An unequivocal, definite yes!Renee stared at Fran with new. Or something.Two weeks later... Loni and I turned onto our block and we could see that the command that I had given to my cell phone over the car’s Bluetooth connection had been transmitted via my phone to the home Kenzie receiver. The garage door was, indeed, rising at my request before we even reached our driveway. And, thanks to that, I was able to drive right inside; stopping as the windshield nudged against the tennis ball marker on a cord dangling from the garage ceiling.“I’m really. Her gesturing had raised the hem of the shirt high on her belly, and the swell of her pregnancy had caught it and held it there, even after she lowered her arms. She didn't have to look down to notice that she was naked and completely exposed from bellybutton to toes. She could feel the breeze through her thatch of pubes, and the air on her puffy labia.This was the moment where life simply, irrevocably, irredeemably, changed. In that instant she felt a 'click', and with the click a crackle of.