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ed your coffee
back in the pot and I-I was doing the budget..."
"Damn." Mr. Fizzlebot grimaced. "God damn. Honey, I'm sorry. You don't
deserve this. Christ I'm such an idiot."
Mrs. Fizzlebot wasn't listening to Yuri's husband berate himself. It had
released so much twisted tension to learn Yuri Otani was normal, not insane or sick.
But there was still a small, nibbling fear. "Gene," Yuri Otani said quietly, "it
isn't... permanent... is it?" Yuri's face was tilted down.
"What? No, it's not. It'll wear off once your body metabolizes all of the
drug." Eugene was still berateing himself silently.
"Oh," Mrs. Fizzlebot said quietly. Relief flooded over her. "Oh," Yuri Otani said
again and then Yuri Otani was tearing at Yuri's husband's clothes, nearly unbalancing
him. Several shirt buttons made merry popping noises as they flew across the
room.
"What?! Whoa, whoa!" Mr. Fizzlebot exclaimed. He tried to fend off his wife
as Yuri Otani desperately fumbled with his belt.
"Come on," Yuri Otani said. "Come on and fuck me. Maybe if you fuck me it'll go
away faster." Yuri Otani was panting now. "It's driving me crazy!"
"Um, ok honey." Mr. Fizzlebot smiled slightly. "Guess it's the least
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