Chapter Forty:
Rudd slid the tray from the small refrigerator and poked his finger in the solution. Yesterday’s mixture had turned from milky white to pink, the salt having drawn the fluids from the blood vessels. Under the surface of the liquid, Erin’s breasts had slowly thawed and were rubbery to his touch.
He lifted each flaccid pouch of breast-skin to the sink and lovingly washed it, inside and out. When the last of the salt solution had been rinsed away, he carefully laid Erin’s breasts on newspaper. They seemed in fine shape. The areolas had gained a little color and the n*****s, swollen with moisture, stood erect. There was some creasing where the skin had been folded over but he would knead that out later. Rudd made a mental note to tell the Doc that in future, the breasts should
