Last bio-DNA was rough

Rick watched Usha as she carefully tucked and twisted her sari into place, wiped the dripping cum from her face and hair, then slipped into her tiny shoes and turned to the door.

Just when he thought she would leave without another word, she turned, floated to him, and gave him a kiss on his lips. "That was fun, Rick."

"Yeah."

Then she was gone and he was alone in the gym. He took the last bio-DNA pill from his pocket and studied it.

It certainly didn't look like a million dollars. It was a black pill that looked more like an oversized jelly bean than something that would change the world.

Steeling himself, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed.

It caught in his throat and he momentarily feared he would cough it up but a couple of extra swallows finally got it past whatever barrier it had hit and settled in his stomach, where it hit with the impact of a side kick.

His body convulsed and he found himself writhing on the floor, gagging as the pill attempted to force its way back out his throat, swallowing puke back down because he feared the pill would be mixed with it, and convulsing in what he suspected was a credible impression of an epileptic seizure.

His lungs seized up, refusing to breath, and he gasped for oxygen, physically grasping mouthfuls of air and swallowing them into his lungs, then pushing his lungs downward in an attempt at manual self-CPR. It wasn't enough. Black spots danced across his vision and he gradually blacked out.

So much, he thought, for my big plans of revenge. bio-DNA got me when I wasn't looking.