He ran his hand over the hair and suddenly realised where he had seen it before. On his horse. He gripped the side of the sink as his head reeled in s...ock.Quince had been stabbed in the leg with a syringe by Jeff. It had contained a DNA virus based on one of his horses. He had thought that none of the virus had been injected into him, but obviously a small amount had entered his leg.As the virus reproduced, the rate of change accelerated. Before his horrified eyes, Quince's upper leg lengthened. I worked when I wanted to, and since the jobs were temporary, I could take off and travel around southern California.And I explored. Not only were the employers awestruck, the men of Southern California were all-too-willing to be part of a young, relatively innocent, pretty farm girl's West Coast education. I dated men from bars, from my apartment building, from the offices where I worked, from the corner grocery store. I went to dinner, and I went to clubs and, with some of them, I went to. . thing.She groaned as she raised her head so the falling hot water fell on her face. Soaked in blood as she was, it had dried out a fair bit by the time she and her fellow witches had broken into a private indoor swimming pool. The pool wasn’t close by, but they all desperately needed a shower after the insanity of what just happened, so they made the effort. They’d collected some of the blood into a jar, in case they could use it later, but for now, time to get it the fuck off.“I wished. . well, because ... you see ... it's not done. That's why."I let her have time to think through what she'd just said."But..." she immediately began to waiver, as I knew she would. "I wouldn't be offended if you were ... just a little ... you know ... interested."The last word came out unlike the rest of her sentences. When she said it was Ok for me to be interested, she meant it was all on me to take this wherever it was going. Kate was asking me to have sex, without asking, and the way she.