It was barely enough time. I had to peel off all the latex and makeup, steam in the shower for half an hour to clear my pores of all the pollutants, a...nd reapply my Deb look. Tom said he liked it at the game last week. I hope he still thinks so. I brushed my teeth and gargled about 20 times to get the butterscotch phlegm out of my throat. I put my new brown wig on, puffed up my curls, and dressed for a night on the town. Then I went downstairs, caught a cab, and was home by six-thirty. Tom was. "What?Mandy adjusted the water temp and pulled off his wig. "Washyourself spotless, whore. Then scrub with the brush untileverything tingles pink, then wash again."The shower was elaborate and stung at his tenderized bodyfrom three different shower heads. He washed, scrubbed,brushed, and did it all again. His feet hurt, standing ontip toe, but it felt so good. His face, his bald head andwater sliding down his hairless legs.Ms Mandy pulled him out and unlocked his plastecenebrassiere. "Don't. Sham ko padhai ke time wapas gya. Mujhe dekhte hi wo chahak uthi.Jab main uske ghar pahuncha to chai bni huyi thi. Usne ek cup mujhe di.Maine chai pite pite pure ghar me najar dali.Mujhe dono maa beti ke alawa or koi najar nhi aaya.Maine chai pee kr cup ko plate me rakha hi tha ki uski mammy ne hume kamare me baith kr padhne ka bol diya.Main buri tarah fans gya.Usne muskrate huye mujhe ander aane ko bola.Main ab uske saath ander chal diya.Hum baith gaye or maine current affairs topic pr discus. I just wasn't up for it, though, and retired to my room with a six-pack of Budweisers.I worked on the computer, checked the boards for new info, put out some info. We, the scattered few still connected to the Web, were trying to discern if death was caused by the bite only, or if it could be caused by transference of fluids. Like, say, a Zed drools on you and it gets in your mouth or eye or a cut. Nobody had anything conclusive yet. I said we should assume it's transferable without a bite, just.