Zippered Flesh 2: More Tales Of Body Enhancements Gone Bad - Plot & Excerpts
The counselor didn’t come cheap. She had an uptown office that had been designed by an expert to be perfectly bland, perfectly unthreatening. It was a vision in beige, gentle on the eye, not a sharp edge in sight and soft carpeted from wall to wall. The blinds were pulled in case the view outside dared to ruin the illusion. It was like being in a well-furnished womb—which was ironic, given the circumstances. “You’re having some issues with the pregnancy?” she asked them in a honey-coated voice, her hands folded carefully in her lap.Dominique pointed the finger. “He’s the one with the issues.”Henry bristled. “It’s not pregnancy I’ve got a problem with. Pregnancy is fine. Shit, we worked hard enough for it, mind my French.”The counselor waved a hand to suggest she’d heard far worse between these walls.“So what is wrong?” she asked him.“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just fed up with hearing how we’re pregnant. People come up to me, people I know, and they just can’t wait to say it to me.
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