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120 Freaky Leon Saul The mutants shouted and jeered as I entered the classroom. A greenish gob of mucus came hurtling at me from the front row, exploded wetly on my neck. I wiped the slime away, which threaded like yellow glue between my fingers; cringed and winced. All around me general snickers, glares, whispers. This time it was Rughead. His oblong head juddered as he laughed. The tough wormy fibers growing out of his pores creeped and bristled like stubby bug antennae. Syphilis Sal gave him a high five, then flicked me off as I brushed past him to the back of the room. The only other human in the class was April Brown, but she never said a word to me and I never said a word to her. That would have been too typical. Everyone already expected us to band together in our lonely plight against the rest of them. They probably thought we’d eventually get married or something. But we weren’t interested in each other, not in the slightest. April was plain—tall, with long brown hair and pale freckles, which was fine, but no boobs and zero ass. How could I have any
interest in a human like April when sitting right beside her was Bethany Blimp? It was like comparing a diseased, abject squirrel to a healthy and graceful swan. Bethany was all woman. It would take twenty Aprils to make just one of her. Literally. The rolls of gelatinous moon-white flesh on Bethany’s thighs seemed to wobble for acres, glistening perpetually with sweat in the hard fluorescent lights of the room. She always wore tank tops and low-cut shorts to show off as much jiggling flesh as possible. It gave all the guys in the class hard-ons. Most of them tried to hide it; the only one who couldn’t was Boner, because of his unfortunate physiognomy. Since his cock was literally hanging off his face—right below his pubic ‘stache—it was pretty clear when he was aroused. Like last week, when the new substitute teacher, Miss Mar, came into social studies class—her glinting third-degree burns contrasting nicely with the shiny pink skin grafts on the left side of her face—and she called up Boner to the head of the class to reprimand him for having his head down … poor Boner just couldn’t help it: he splurted twice, came all over his dirty Reeboks in a pearly mucous explosion, right at the moment she hauled off and slapped him for swinging his massive erection in her face. *** My dad was in the kitchen sharpening his knives when I got home from school. Crimson sparks leapt off the ends of the razor-sharp blades. The hafts of the knives were engulfed completely in my dad’s monstrous orange hands, the red fur spiking like porcupine quills out of his warty flesh. Pausing, he looked up at me. Although I’d been his son for the past sixteen years, I wondered if still he wasn’t shocked occasionally when he looked at me. “Son,” he said, hefting the blade in his hand so that it glimmered in the veil of light from the window. 121
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