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Cool midnight air drifted gently through the open window of James'
bedroom, carrying with it the distant sounds of nocturnal suburban
activity. A passing car ground its tires softly into the pavement, on
the way by. Insects chirped. On the bed, James' sheets rose and fell
smoothly with the pattern of steady breathing. Next to his slumbering
shape, the other half of the bed lay empty, but still warm. On a nearby
nightstand, a clock radio with glowing red numbers displayed the time.
2:08 AM. Tick. 2:09 AM.
The room was dark; the murky haze of nighttime dyed the surroundings in
various hues of blue and violet. Shapes littered the room, one vaguely
resembled a t-shirt; a pair of underwear; a chair, in the corner; a
dresser and vanity. Atop the vanity-shape, the outline of scented
candles decorated the table, long cold after the night's earlier
activities.
The doorway to the room gaped open, the hallway beyond the portal fading
into blackness. Standing in the doorway, was the unmistakably feminine
curvature of a woman. The edges of her silhouette were outlined with
alternating fringed and curving lines of lace lingerie. Moonlight kissed
her exposed skin with bands of blue. Her left hand clutched the handle
of a briefcase.
She stepped soundlessly into the bedroom, tiptoed to the window; the
shapely lines of her legs crossed and swayed, her silhouette fused and
split as she walked. Her breasts jutted forward, encased in the lace
bra. Stopping in front of the window, the woman quietly placed her
briefcase on the nightstand and - with a whisper-soft click - opened the
locks on either side. She glanced quickly at the sleeping form in the
bed. The sheets did not stir.
Carefully, she lifted the lid of the briefcase. Her face was immediately
bathed in a pale green glow, emanating from inside the case. The woman
was young, her features smooth and delicate. Lovely, long jet-black hair
framed her face and melted into the darkness behind her. Her eyes were
vast green pools, electrified by the radioactive glow emitting from the
contents of the case. She licked her full lips and smiled. Her eyes
softened as she peered inside.
The briefcase was stainless steel. The interior was packed with a single
block of protective foam, molded with a series of indentations. Within
the first pocket, a package of syringes lay open, the needles encased in
plastic sleeves. Within the remaining indentions nestled the source of
the pale green glow; five glass vials, each containing a swirling,
luminous green liquid. Each vial was adorned with a plain white label,
with increasing roman numerals 'I' through 'V' distinguishing them from
each other.
Working quickly, but with practiced precision, the woman unwrapped one
of the syringes and removed the first vial, identified by the block
letter as number one. She slid the tip of the needle into the vial,
pulling back on the plunger and filling the syringe with the glowing
contents. Her eyes keenly focused on the measurements as it filled. She
drew the needle out and held it upright. She flicked the syringe,
coaxing any remaining bubbles to the top, pushed them out, and turned to
the sleeping form in the bed.
Carefully, gently, she pulled back a section of the covers, exposing a
toned, muscular buttock and a hairy upper thigh. She reached out with
her free hand and caressed his skin warmly, gradually applying pressure
and pulling the skin of the cheek tight. With a single, smooth motion,
she sunk the needle into the firm flesh, depressing the plunger and
emptying the substance into the man sleeping before her. She held her
breath. The man did not stir. She removed the needle and set it aside.
She sat perfectly still and watched, waited.
Nothing happened. The woman exhaled. She was not disappointed; she knew
the changes would come eventually.
Watching the steady rhythm of his breathing, and knowing what was to
come, the woman couldn't help herself any longer. In the dark, she
traced her fingers delicately up her own thigh, reveling in the tickling
sensation. She caressed the front of her cotton panties, finally curling
the tips of her fingers into the softness of her lace-covered crotch.
She stifled a moan. After a moment, her fingers slowly pulled away,
glistening.
She stood, quietly closed the briefcase and left the room.
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