"Are you sure I won't die?" said he, feeling uneasy and worried about the state of his life.
"You'll be fine," I reassured him, "you've asked me this too many times, I've done many test runs with.. other 'subjects'." I winked.
"Man, how many oldies have you dated?"
"Oh, shut up. You're only my third."
"Third time's the charm." he smirked.
I made final checks on the machine and tweaked a few knobs into its place, the marking pointing at a number ten. I built the huge chunk of metal myself, which occupied five years of my life, and I call my pride and glory my 'Baby'. Why I built my Baby is what I will explain later..
I flipped the switch, there was a short pause in which nothing happened, followed by electric shocks produced by my Baby that lit the whole room and bathed it in cobalt blue. Buzzes filled the room and were so loud and powerful that even I felt the noise creeping up from my toes to my throat and to my teeth. There in his seat, he cried, "What's going on? I'm going to die!"
"Stop being dramatic." I replied nonchalantly.
The vibrations stopped and the dim florescent lights returned. Smoke travelled up from the helmet, spiralled and faded. I walked to him and removed the helmet. He looked different, but only slightly.
"I feel great!" he bounced out of the chair.
"Yeah? Well that's good, and what's better is that we don't have the law on our asses."
The Baby makes older people younger by a number of years. I built it because I often date men who are years older than me, to the point where it makes it illegal for us to be together. With the Baby, these problems are vaporised, freeing my partner and I from the restrictive shackles of the law.
"Let's start not breaking the rules right here, right now." I whispered into his ear with a low, silky voice as I began to take off his suit jacket. Shortly after, our light pink skin locked and swapped saliva.
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End.
Don't know what this is.
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