As the muscles loosened in His great body, His flesh became liquid and puffed and pulled at every seam of his clothes. He melted, hanging like dough over the weakening body of Stansfield Gaines. Somewhere under there Gaines was trying to breathe, somewhere under all that weight and all that mass the breath was being crushed out of his body as if he were sinking, drowning in the melting flesh of John Smith that was crushing the air from his lungs, blocking the passage of breath from his mouth. He was smothering at the breast, nursing at the breast of John Smith, suckling on death.
Yardena leapt upon the mighty back of John Smith and pushed the sofa upright. She straddled His body and pulled at His shoulders. She struggled with His great meat, but only His clothes pulled in her hands. She w
