“You know something? Fuck yourself,” you say, shaking your head and looking beyond Gail to the stack of boxes on the table behind her. Gail reacts as you’ve come to expect with a typical cartoon-like over-expression. Her lips part to release a quick, sarcastic laugh and her eyebrows lift to frame her perfected look of disbelief.

“I fuck myself any time I want.”

She pauses and pulls the towel from her head. Her wet, long and dark hair falls across her shoulders and she begins walking back toward you.

“But right now, I want to fuck you.”

“That’s too fuckin—”

WHAP!

Her right hand flies through the air and connects with the side of your face, cutting off your voice and coating your tongue with a fresh misting of blood. Then, before you can even feel the sting in your cheek, Gail raises her knee and smashes the heel of her bare foot down directly into your crotch.

“Arrgh! Jesus Christ!”

Your hands instinctively lash out and push her away. She stumbles backward, catching herself against the closest wall where she flips her head back and starts to laugh.

“I wouldn’t be yelling that name around here, dipshit.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Gail stands up straight and stares back at your hands clutching your groin. Your balls ache and your erection is completely gone. You hunch forward as a deep, squeezing pain forms in your stomach, as if it were being pulled through your bowels.

Be sure to remember what happened here.
You may have changed your future.

Continue here.

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