Fungal Infection

Capricorn (ep. 67)

She poked the fungus with a pen. It seemed to move, on its own. Like it was reacting to the probing. Then the mushrooms reappeared. She sighed, slipping into a long-sleeved shirt to cover the worst of it.

She looked back across the bed at her client, sleeping. Tight bastard. No amount of protection was going to save him from this.

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