"I'd better get back before I get caught, Pal," she said.
They kissed like sisters or old friends parting for the summer. At the door, Betty looked back and grinned wryly at Pal.
"I don't have a lot of faith in my luck, honey. But I sure hope you make it. Preach the word, kid! I'm gonna go plan a campaign to get my share of that pointy little womb-raider!"
Then the doorway was empty…
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Pal had begun to feel a tiny bit hopeful of the future. The pimply bumps had almost all disappeared from her vagina, and the ones on her vulva were entirely gone.
She was a little sad, though. Ever after so many days, she missed Betty. Those final weeks had been short, but wildly gratifying. And she was glad that Jonas had thrilled Betty with his fantastic tool right up to the end.
She wondered if Jonas after he found out her symptoms were all gone would make her start on another series of tests. Or if she had a few years left to bitch it up here in this made house.
She still had occasional faint thoughts about the virginal Pal who had been brought here, and the hopes she had once had before the cumulative effects of her humiliating degradation. But as the days passed, she became more uncaring, living only for those improbably voluptuous moments with Jonas.
She went into the little toilet and turned on the light there, then paused in the doorway to examine the tiny reddish specks that seemed to be erupting all over her arms.
She sat down on the throne for a moment as her knees got weak. Then she took a deep breath.
"Well, it tools like it's time to pay a visit to Cindy!"