It was the mountain of flesh to your right that tipped you off, mainly when the woman you're attached to rolled on to her side and it whapped you on your side. It was actually a nice feeling, now that it was just laying there. Snug and warm.
You try to search your mind for what happened, and how you got here. Disjointed, fragmented memories come back. There was a girl -- actually, there were a couple girls, but one had a low-cut blouse...you said you could become her tit, but were you talking to yourself? To someone else? Then you remember the gun...the gun!
You try to remember. Was it you who pulled the trigger? Or someone else?
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