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- From: lstewart@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca (L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058)
- Subject: spent lunch
- Message-ID: <Bu2An7.Hrz@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca>
- Organization: University of Waterloo
- Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1992 16:18:42 GMT
- Lines: 28
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- Debbie looked at the form and scrunched up her perfect
- button of a nose. This looks weird, she thought.
- Tossing her head of polished hair she set to work.
- Her pen scratched about the surface of the page, tracing
- delicate arcs. After some fifteen minutes she was done.
- She placed the page on the desk in front of the receptionist
- and swung the frozen leg of lamb with sufficient force to
- cave the fellows head in with a satisfying crunk.
-
- Her pert bosom heaved with the exertion of turning the man,
- who was bigger than she had thought. She turned him and turned
- him again on the floor. Slowly she coated him, layer on layer
- of thin film clouding him over. His form softened and the
- details of his features were reduced. His shrouding came up
- slowly across his face. Debbie's lips bled from the tissue
- caught against her teeth. The membrane held her bent over him
- on the floor, hanging from her distended jaw.
-
- With a blue cast to her skin she held her breath. Her neck and
- throat began to swell, throbbing with effort. A great, wet sound
- a crackling, tearing yell shuddered through her, shaking the man
- and finally tearing his carcass loose from her face. A soaked
- ball of fleshy matter tore free of her and its release sent her
- back over the chair. She landed squarely on her shoulders beside
- the chair she had used to fill in the form. Her legs were cast
- up behind her and her fashionable skirt had fallen away to reveal
- the web of hungry tentacles feeeling out from between her milk
- white thighs. Time for lunch.
-