Driving her home

Shad greeted the two men at the lobby door and took the money as two bellhops helped Lydia walk to the elevator. He stared blankly at them until the younger man handed him a paper note for her. After watching the doors close on the elevator, they turned and left.

Stepping into her hotel room forced the timelines in her mind apart. Lydia remembered multiple versions of events, and they distanced her enough from the experience to clear her mind. She grabbed her breasts, they felt sore but regular. Thinking about what happened, she watched them grow full of milk, and she spurted it into the sink.

“Well shit, this might come in handy. It would be better if it was Irish cream or something, but bigger tits on command will be useful.” Lydia sighed. “I will have to see about thanking Marble. Or getting lesions. I wonder what version he will remember happening.”