A young New Yorker finds himself in over his head after finding a symbiote that changes him in unexpected ways.

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Chapter 15

Drip.

Drip.

The next morning, Tano woke up with a sense of anticipation instead of dread. The ache in his penis was pleasant rather than painful, and quickly turned to pleasure when he started touching himself. His pleasure quickly ran its course, and when it was over Tano was astonished by how clear-headed he felt.

Widow
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

The very light of heaven was slowly fading from his brain, as his penis shrank and slipped out from inside her. Something about her lit a fuse in him – his mind flashed and emptied every time. Nebraska Daly had done his share of fucking, across five states and three territories, but this was something else. This must be what love is, like in the story books.

My name is Caspar Ozymandias Duchamp. Please don’t mention that to anybody. I’m known as Cod. I know it’s a bit fishy but I prefer that to my real name. Besides it makes me a big fish in a small pond – I wish. I’m not really that important in school. On the other hand, my high school is not that important. To be honest, it’s on skid row. Nobody cares. The teachers have given up, most of them anyway. The sports teams are in a death spiral with dire results resulting in dire recruitment. For God’s sake they couldn’t even get enough girls to get a full cheerleading squad this year. But who but a cheerleader could care about the Kangville Kangaroo Rats? Just the name is enough to lose interest.

It was my first teaching job. A southern high school. Quite a cultural shock for a Boston girl.

At the end of the first week one boy looked absolutely miserable. I gently tried to find out why.

Visa

The police grilled Finley concerning his whereabouts during the time when the deaths occurred, but eventually his solicitor James, one of Finlay’s sons, said, “That’s it, Gentlemen. You now have to either charge my father or let him go. You know he was nowhere near the victims when their murders occurred and have no evidence a magistrate would accept to authorise you to retain him, so unless you wish to end up in the dock I suggest you allow him to go home.” Reluctantly they released Finley.