She tossed the puppy into the shark tank.
My stomach turned. I have villainous moments, I’d never deny that , but this was crossing a line. Killing puppies, for what seemed like no reason at all, was just wrong, and I couldn’t abide.
Vertigo came over me, I nearly threw up. But when I opened my mouth to protest she pointed back behind me.
The shark was dead at the bottom of the tank, and the puppy yapping in pleasure.
“I’ve bio-enhanced my puppy into the perfect killing machine!”
I made love to her then, next to the shark tank.
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Friday, August 6, 2010
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