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The Morning After Pill

by Michael Hanson © 2005

Lisa awoke very slowly. Her eyes were puffy and itchy. Her lower back twinged with pain. Her tongue and teeth felt fuzzy. Her private parts felt raw. Her breasts ached. The beginning of a headache was threatening to form behind her eyes.

"Christ that was some party!" She mumbled as she sat up and reached across her bed to slap the damned alarm clock silent.

Two yawns and she stood up and walked to her bathroom with her bed sheet wrapped about herself like an ancient Greek toga. A minute later, after flushing the toilet, she stared at herself in the mirror.

She was greeted with a heart-shaped face, pale skin, chestnut colored hair, and green eyes, all of which looked like they'd been through the wringer.

Though hung over, Lisa remembered every single thing that had happened the night before. Arriving at Frank's penthouse party. All the free drinks. Lots of single guys and girls. The flirting. The dancing. The laughing. The groping. Making out in the hover-cab on the way to that rich guy Sean's place. Making love and getting off at least five times in just as many hours. She hadn't had that much fun in, well, ever.

A short moment of nausea doubled her over but it passed just as quickly. And the rest of it hit her. She had not used any protection. Her little night-purse had contained a half-dozen spermicidal devices, pills, and prophylactics. But everything had happened so fast. And she didn't want to kill the mood. And the night had felt so good...until now.

Lisa reached into the medicine cabinet and yanked out a six inch long transparent plastic tube filled with five glowing blue marble sized globes. The device looked like an ammo cartridge for some futuristic space-pistol.

Lisa stared at it for a long time. Had the night been worth it? Was the fun and pleasure of it all worth this morning's crappy payoff? And its consequences? Focussing through the semi-drugged memories of a mere 12 hours earlier she thought about her actions. Had she come off as a fun girl. A class act? Or a total slut? How had her friends looked at her when she left the party? What would they think of her today? Or on Monday morning?

And all that sex. And no protection. Sure. She had a dozen different oral drugs that would take care of any budding pregnancy, but that was the last resort for skanks and losers who didn't shine to the latest life-trends and cultural fads. No one but her would ever know...but that would be enough.

Lisa weighed all this like a judge sitting trial on a murder case. Several seconds later she tapped a tiny inset-switch near the end of the tube and popped one of the glowing blue globes into her other hand.

The device sparkled with shiny motes aplenty. Lisa steeled herself and swallowed the Morning-After Pill.

In fifteen seconds it reached her stomach. Organic acids dissolved the outer coating instantly activating the dissolution of the quantum shielding. Seconds later several thousand fabricated tachyons, each with a radioactive half-life of six hours, flooded Lisa's bloodstream. Within a full minute they spread throughout her entire body.

The time-flux was an explosion of nothing...

...and Lisa accepted the proffered martini and sipped it. Not bad. Mark, however, the middle-aged bachelor who had given it to her, left much to be desired. Average height, a bit too chubby, ridiculously pale, she wondered if he was worth it. And then the nausea of time-flux hit her.

"Morning-After Pill!" She thought in shock. "Must have been a bad night."

Just then, Lisa's girlfriend Patsy yelled at her across the dance floor. "Lisa! You gotta meet this guy Sean! He's the max!"

Lisa smiled at Mark and quickly excused herself to escape to the hunk Patsy had pointed out. Timing was everything. Surely she'd taken the morning-after pill after a lame night with that loser Mark. And the closer she got to the curly black-haired Adonis Sean, the more sure she was that this was going to be one hell of a night of fun.

A moment of strange deja-vu hit Lisa when Patsy introduced her to Sean.

"What the Hell?" Lisa thought giddily while shrugging off the weird sense of foreboding. "Probably just means we're meant for each other."

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