The Hot Date

As the door opened from the bedroom behind him, Hough managed to restrain himself from sitting up to look. Laying on the couch as she had left him, his shirt unbuttoned part way, lipstick all over his face, he just grinned and wiggled a little in excitement.

As she came around the corner, he nearly burst out of his clothes. She was wearing the twin outfit to that in Cher's newest video! He had this insane desire to ask her to show him her tatoos. Suddenly, she was on top of him on the couch.

"Just be still, lover," Patty whispered in his ear. Her full mouth was upon his before he knew it, her hands caressing his chest in ways he had never imagined.

"Right", he whispered back through her lips, hopefully with just the right amount of sarcasm. He drew her tightly to him, and his hand wandered down her back, just touching ever so lightly. They were only half way down her back when her mouth moved to his eyes. She began to kiss his right eyelid, ever so softly, licking it as well. Hough's temperature rose at least 10 degrees. He never knew the eyes could be excited like that. He began kissing her neck with the tip of his tongue.

Soon, the eyekiss had him so in ecstacy he could think of nothing else. He didn't consciously realize that his hands had found something very unusual on the small of her back.

As Patty kissed his eyes longer and longer, Hough's body reached a very unusual state. On the one hand, his heart was beating at near tachycardial rates. His breathing rate was that of an excited infant. Yet all of the voluntary muscles were relaxed, save those of his right hand, whose fingers caressed the horn-plated tentacles which had never registered with his mind.

Suddenly, just at the point his mind was overloading and he would have fainted, an incredible pain shot through Hough's right eye.

As the tube sucked the dissolving eyelid from Hough's face, the acid stopped its flow. Immediately the larger tube attached itself to the eyeball, and sucked it whole from its socket. The acid tubes descended into the cavity, began to spurt again, and the central tube ate deeply of the gray meat.

Soon, the cranial cavity was totally empty. After licking the walls clean with her 12 inch tongue, the tubes ceased their devouring. The larger tube began to fill Hough's head with a honey-and-vitamin gel. In the center of this mass, one of the smaller tubes deposited a lone egg, barely 1/1000th of an inch in diameter. The other tube fertilized the egg. As the tubes retracted, she moved back from his face. He looked even goofier in death than in life, but most of them did.

From her pockets, Patty pulled two homegrown eyeballs. She plopped each in its socket. She picked up the still, cooling corpse, and carried it to the walk-in freezer in her bedroom closet. As she turned out the lights and locked the door, a thin smile played about her lips.

"Goodnight, lover. See you in a month..." she whispered huskily, and crawled, exhausted but satisfied, into bed.

Outside, a timer had warned Patty to remove the body from the freezer and place it in the walk-in warmer. As the body reached operating temperature, Patty attached a specialized tentacle, normally hidden in her long tresses, to Hough's forehead. Soon, the miniature Patty clone, with her new identity programmed in her memory, spoke to Patty through Hough's lips.

"Hello, darling."

Patty smiled, kissed Hough's nose, and walked out. Hough followed her. Linked now by their minds, the new, improved Hough would be only an extension of Patty's personality. While he would still act in many ways as he always had, he would also act as Patty's covert intelligence and assault unit.

His old friends would never know what hit them.

Last updated: 29 Mar 1994

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