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God, she hated kids. She hated the noise. She hated the smell. Worst of all, she hated the way those kids all made her feel. That trick of biology that made humans want to breed had started to scream at her the moment she saw them. All of that vibrant energy and those innocent little smiles made her want one.

Lori knew it was just chemicals, but the hottest shower she could tolerate had only made the feelings worse. Her body wanted to reproduce while she was still young and fertile, but she wanted no part of that nonsense. Once she had been around long enough to earn some alimony, she was going to sever ties with that idiot. Having a kid would mean she would need to keep in contact, and she was having none of that.

Maybe they're done eating and I can go have some food without watching them be happy.

Towel wrapped tightly around her, Lori walked over to the dresser and picked up her wedding ring. It was a pretty decent stone. Not bad for a man with two other ex-wives who took his money each month. She idly wondered how many women he could support before he put a gun barrel in his mouth.

Dave cleared his throat and Lori jumped, fumbling the ring, which bounced across the floor. He was sitting on the bed waiting for her. Vulnerability was written on his face, and she started feeling a little guilty for what she was going to do to him. Retrieving the ring, she placed it back on the dresser. Focusing her gaze on the window, she watched the rain begin to thin.

“You look good," Dave said in that soft masculine tone she liked.

“God, my feet hurt," Lori complained, purposefully ignoring his compliment.

“Maybe I can help with that," Dave said, as he picked up a small bottle.

“What's that?" Lori asked.

“This is an ointment for your feet," he said. Then he pointed to a sizable tub of something white. “That is coconut oil. You worked real hard today, and I wanted to thank you properly."

He moved closer, and though she turned away, he pressed up against her back. The scent of nature mixed with his sweat engulfed her. In an instant, she was so turned on that she feared she would lose all control.

“Allow me to serve you, my queen," he rumbled softly into her ear. Strong hands settled on her hips and his lips kissed the back of her neck. A thrill of wanton lust rippled through her veins as his hands slid up her towel-covered body and began gently kneading her prized breasts. “Let me lay you upon this bed and I'll rub your tired feet. Let me rub oil along every inch of your body. Let me worship at the temple of my goddess. I am your helpless slave."

The anger within her was being smothered by the lust of a bitch in season. Lori felt her resistance melting as his words oozed through the gaps in her armor. He knew what her fetish was. He knew how much she loved to be pampered and treated like an empress from olden times.

Turning her head toward him, she found his lips. He tasted like a well salted steak. She felt wanted. She wanted him to worship her. Every inch of her was beginning to open up to him … then, the door burst open.

“Hey kids, we—" Zachary's words choked off and the man froze with one foot in the room. “Uhm … the storm's letting up so we're going to have a look around."

“Great," Dave said, his whole body full of tension.

“Right … uhm …" the door closed, and Dave let out his breath.

“Do you … uhm?" he asked, but the moment was lost.

“No," Lori said softly, stepping back from him and moving to her pack. “You should go with them." She searched for a dry outfit, not daring to look at him for fear she might become weak again.

“Right," Dave said, hovering in place for an awkward eternity before his footsteps turned him away from her and he left the room.

“God … damn it," Lori cursed after he'd left. “That was close."

The idea of having sex in a place like this was appealing, but she was certain her body was just trying to get her knocked up. She had forgotten to pack her birth-control and she was certain she would not be able to resist him if she let her guard down again.

Lori pushed such thoughts from her head and set out a nicer outfit. She paused to examine the ruins of her feet, then she picked up the medicine Dave had brought her. Once she had tended to them, she wrapped them with first aid bandages, and put comfortable socks on. She had just finished getting dressed when there was a polite knock at the door. Lori huffed, put her public face back on, and opened the door.

“Room service," said the very pregnant girl from downstairs.

“I thought you guys didn't do room service," Lori said as she stepped away and let the girl push her cart in.

“Oh, that's just me talking," the girl said in that hillbilly accent Lori hated so much. “What we have here are a bunch of things to make your shower better!"

“I already took my shower," Lori said sternly.

“Of course, dear," the girl said in a plain imitation of the woman called Mama. “This is just in case you need another one later. We got some fresh towels and shampoos and stuff. You got a preference?"

“Yeah," Lori said, “but I don't see it here."

“Oh, that's just fine, love," the pregnant woman said. “I'll just leave it all here for you and you can deal with it as you please."

“Right," Lori said, choosing to ignore the woman as she walked back to her things, careful not to misstep and hurt her feet worse.

“You and the mister have a fight, love?" the woman asked.

“That's not really your business," Lori stated firmly.

“Melly," the woman said, as if that mattered in the slightest. “I know I'm a bit of a busy body, but I just can't help myself. So, how many children you planning on having?"

“None," Lori stated firmly, as she began putting her things back into her pack.

“Oh, you sound like me when I first got here," Melly said. “You don't like kids?"

“I don't like kids," Lori agreed dispassionately.

“I didn't want any kids either," Melly continued. “Not until I was shown the true way. Now I've got triplets in me, and it's all different. Best feeling on Earth, really. I recommend it. You know … I know a good herb you can burn while you and your husband are enjoying your time here. Good for what ails you and it helps get the whole baby-factory brewing, if you know what I—"

“God damn it! Shut the fuck up!" Lori's outburst caused Melly to go silent, but she was not done. “I don't give a shit about your little crotch-goblins, and I do not want to hear about you rolling around in the mud with whatever baby-daddy you fucked to get that way! You wanted to drop off your towels? Fine! Towels dropped off! Now, fuck off!"

Lori turned away from the pregnant woman and decided to go full middle-school on her. For some reason, Melly had not retreated from the room yet, and this seemed to add to Lori's rage. She was wondering what else she should say when she heard a shifting of something metal and the woman took something from the cart. Without words, the incredibly pregnant woman waddled over to Lori.

“What the fuck do yo—"

The words were cut off when Melly punched her in the face. Lori reeled back, shocked that such a dumb cow of a woman would do such a thing to her. Before she could fully recover, long fingers took a firm grip of her hair and pulled her head back. Instinct brought Lori's hands up to protect her face and she caught the offending arm. This allowed her the chance to see what was being thrust at her.

It looked vaguely like a sea anemone, but what she originally thought were spikes wiggled with prehensile agility. The white tipped tendrils seethed and writhed, pulsing with a sickly red luminescence. Lori stared in wide-eyed horror, but when she tried to scream, it leapt directly into her mouth.

Thrashing her head in panic did not dislodge it, but Lori did manage to fight her way free of Melly's grip. Swatting at her face, Lori found she could not get a grip on the creature. She tried to spit it out, but the tiny tendrils grabbed hold of her teeth and her tongue, dragging itself further inside.

A taste like black licorice filled her senses. Tongue and lips both seemed to go numb, but she could tell it was not sitting still in her mouth. Stabbing her fingers into her cheeks allowed her to grip it for a moment. Then she tried to bite down, but just as she sank her teeth into alien flesh, she felt its barbs shoving into her. It grabbed the roof of her mouth with tiny pincers and oozed towards the back of her throat.

Lori's eyes went wider. Panic pulsed through her as she began looking around the room for something … anything. A terrible idea came into her head, along with a surge of blind rage and the desire to go down fighting. It took two tries to get her feet under her, but Lori stumbled across the room to her pack. Cooking scissors had seemed like the stupidest thing to pack at the time, but Rachel had insisted. Lori opened her mouth and, hoping that she would not clip off her tongue, she began to snap the scissors wildly around at the terrible creature.

Everything slowed as adrenaline poured into her veins. The creature slid a little further in, but Lori chased it with blades designed to cut tough meats and stalks. Closing her eyes, she twisted the scissors until she was certain they were around the vile intruder, then maneuvered her hands in order to get the leverage to press them shut.

The pregnant woman's hands suddenly gripped Lori's and forced them away from her face with unnatural strength. Melly grabbed the handle of the scissors and drew them out.

“Sorry, dear," Melly said sweetly. “I can't let you hurt her."

Lori's vision was beginning to fade. She lunged at the pregnant woman, grabbing at her with open hands that were contemptuously slapped away. The hideous creature in her mouth squelched further … and further. Then there was a terrible shock of pain as the creature flared its stingers. Little quills stuck out from Lori's skin, all along her neck. Paralysis took the strength from her limbs, and she fell to the floor. She could not breathe; and she wondered if the creature was injecting venom into her.

As the darkness closed in around her, she began to think about the sandy beaches of Maui. That was where she had wanted to go. Why had she not put her foot down? Why had she not insisted they go someplace warm and public? Why had she …