This is the body which inspired her fictions. It engulfs expectations. Her hand dwarfs his. Her foot makes his look effete.
“Honestly, I thought—”
When souls intertwine in cyberspace, possibilities expand exponentially, dreams stream forth like gamma rays.
“I can protect you.”
“From a nuclear war, perhaps.”
“I can also destroy you.”
This was a truth he could not escape. It smothered pettifoggery, squashed objection. In the end he let his head rest between the massive thighs of inevitability, hoping his tongue wouldn’t fail, lest they crushed his skull like a walnut.