Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
A rabies mutation has an
affinity for different neural tissues. Can we stop this disease before it
spreads to every human on the planet? And do we really want to?
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Rambling: This is one of those stories with -- egads! -- setup and development, so it takes a little while to get going. It's not all sex, some of it is a little more violent than usual (hey, it's rabies we're talking here), and let me know what you think of it.
Have fun!
(Monday morning)
Deborah Wilson pulled the thermometer from her daughter's mouth. "101.9."
"Is that bad?"
"Well, it's not good. If it goes up any higher, I'm going to run you down to the doctor."
"I'll be okay, Mom."
"Kitty ... to change subjects ... you were pretty upset last night."
"I'm okay, Mom."
"No, you're not going to clam up on me. You were upset."
"It's just that ... Jack and his girlfriend -- I mean his professor -- they both are ..."
"They're what, Kitty?"
"He's a lot cruder than he used be, Mom."
Deborah tsked. "Well, he IS that."
"A LOT cruder."
"Did he DO something to you last night, Kitty?"
"No. It's just that Professor Purkoney was walking around topless last night. And it just didn't seem right. I mean, what if Donny or Dad had needed to come upstairs? And she would have been all ... hanging out like that?"
Deborah's brow was furrowed. "Donny or Dad? Even Jack should not be seeing his professor like that!"
"That's exactly my point, Mom. She's just ..."
"I know. I'm sorry you had to be exposed to that. I'm just going to tell Jack that she is not welcome in this house. And neither is he if he's going to behave like he did last night."
"Mom, it's not Jack's fault. He's just been in with the wrong crowd too long."
"Well, he needs to choose which crowd he prefers to be with. Them or us."
"Mom, please don't--"
"I won't, Kitty. Everything will be okay."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now lay your head back and I will call the school. You work on getting well and do not worry about everything else that is going on here."
"Yes, ma'am."