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 She was naked, sitting in a kind of birthing chair across the floor. She acknowledged them weakly by a change in the shadows of her rapt and ravished face.
"Please," Charlie said brokenly, sagging in place. "Let me go."
With grave dignity, Marie tilted her head back. Her face contorted in agony. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils wide, her teeth big like sugar cubes in wide open mouth. A silent gasp, a series of choking sobs that racked her robust frame.
Numbly, through a kind of tunnel vision (or was the light going dim again?) Charlie watched as something long and shiny flowed from her distended vagina. It was a blue-black slimy eel shape, thick as a man's leg, about two feet long. Marie screamed as it passed.
Already, on the tiles, lay one of their children. Now there were two, and they lay glistening, waiting to be carried to their pool.
Steve reached up to check the electrical breaker switches.
Charlie could almost hear his mother admonishing him about his end, and hated the disgust in her voice. He remembered the loathing in Laurie's eyes. He remembered a single innocent breast, a chestnut nipple, like a Cyclops eye, a jewel in a lotus, a circle within a circle symbolizing eternity.
Slowly, Marie rose. The two children had tiny human-like faces. One of them looked like the carpenter, the other like the plumber. In a few moments, they would quit watching and slither through a tiny door out on the patio and into the pool with their older siblings who were maturing into Steves and Maries. But for now, they were frozen in fascination. Their faces shone weakly blue as the first arcs of energy crackled over the water, and the long cables hung ominously. The cables' black surfaces had been peeled back to reveal naked, freshly sandpapered copper wires. Evolved from lightning and sea water...
The children and Steve and Charlie watched hypnotized, as Marie rose slowly and deliberately, licking her lips and fastening desirous eyes on Charley. Languidly, Marie walked toward the bed. Her hips rotated with a music whose beat coincided with the rush of blood in Charley's eyes as Marie walked ever so seductively through the water.
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