Something was looking at him. It was small and green and had black, beady eyes. Preston squinted. A lizard, stuffed and covered with some shiny fabric, rested on the table beside the bed. He speculated idly on the purpose of such a thing.

Before coming to a satisfactory conclusion, he was distracted by the oddly-combined sensations of pain and ( Read more... )

Preston had stared at his Prozium vial for endless minutes before secreting it with the others in the cache behind the mirror. Now he lay in his bed, tense and sweating, unable to quiet his mind to sleep. Unable to stop thinking of Partridge and what he had done. His penis was stiff. It hadn’t been completely soft since he left the factory. Just ( Read more... )

The Prozium cartridge shifted against Preston’s waist, silently accusatory as he strode among the ruined buildings. He wiped his hand on his tunic, still convinced he could feel the puppy’s saliva. He had brought it food and water, but the creature seemed to crave affection more than sustenance. The pathetic, piercing yips as Preston walked away ( Read more... )