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I'll take you to a hospital," I offer. "Only under one condition, though."

"What is it?" Eva asks.

"There's kind of a flu going around... dab yourself down with rubbing **** first," I say. Eva gives me a strange look.

"Well, okay. Do you have any?"

"No, but I'm going to go run inside and buy some real quick. Try to wave down a taxi; I won't be more than a minute." I leave Eva on the sidewalk as I dart inside a small store and buy several cans of Lysol, rubbing ****, and antibacterial lotion. I also spot something that might come in handy--a bottle of pepper spray. Armed with these, I feel more confident that if Eva turns out to be infected, I'll be able to defend myself and get away. I return outside to find Eva waiting in a taxi. I hand her the disinfectant and she rubs it over her skin and lips.

"I really appreciate this," she says. "What's your name?"

"Brad," I reply. "I'm here on vacation with my wife." I hope this will dissuade Eva from letting lusty thoughts drift into her mind.

"Where is she now?" Eva asks. I don't want to explain how I abandoned her when Sarah tried to make love with you.

"At a spa," I lie. "Not my thing."

"What is your thing? There's a lot to--" Eva stops as a ripping noise comes from her shirt. She looks down at her breasts and turns toward the window, hiding her erect nipples from you. This is a good sign--modesty. "I think I've been stung or something. The swelling is really bad, but it's really weird. It's like..." she trails off. We ride in silence for a while. Finally, Eva speaks up again. "Have you heard on the news lately?"

"What about?" I ask.

"Some kind of new virus. Scary stuff." Eva turns back to you. "Is that why you asked me to disinfect myself?"

"Yeah," I answer. "Do you really believe it? I mean, a virus or bacteria or something that can completely change someone's gender?" The taxi pulls to the side of the road as more emergency vehicles whiz by in the opposite lane. There are several military vehicles in the mix.

Maybe I should tell Eva the truth now, tell her the truth about your wife and that I am running from the infection at the hotel. I get the feeling she doesn't know much about the "bimbo virus." Maybe I should let her know that chances are she has been infected by it and warn her of her potential bimbofication, but her resiliency to the mental effects--assuming she is infected--makes me wonder if she might have a special resistance to it. I don't want her to get spooked and stay away from the hospital, either out of concern of others infecting her or to keep herself from infecting others.

I decides to warn Eva that I think she was infected. "Eva... don't take this the wrong way, but... well, ever since you started swelling, have you been... experiencing sexual desires stronger than normal?" I ask.

"Oh my god, I'm horny as fuck!" Eva cries out despairingly. "Every guy I see--and even some girls too--gets me thinking..." Eva gasps and puts her fingers over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Oh my god! I can't believe I told a total stranger that! But it's true... how did you know? I mean, other than looking at my nips..."

I sigh. "I think you have the virus we were talking about, Eva. But don't worry, we're almost at the hospital. They'll be able to figure something out there and you'll be okay."

Eva begins to breathe heavily. "I thought it only affected men..."

"No," I say. "My wife... Sarah... she got it too. She's not at a spa."

"Oh my god... I hope she's okay!" Eva begins to fan herself with her hand. I can't help but notice that the motion brings her bouncy breasts to life as they ripple with the motion. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know," I admit. "She violently tried to have sex with me, so I ran away. She infected some other guys too... I don't know how bad it is now." Eva gasps for breath, hyperventilating.

"How long do I have?" she cries. "Please, I should go. I don't want to infect you!"

"You're doing well so far," I say. "And we're almost to the hospital. Just a few more miles..."

"No, please, I don't want anything to happen to you! I'm just some stranger to you! I don't owe me anything!" Eva pleads.

"I want to make sure you're okay," I answer. "I'll be fine."

"No, you won't! Look, I'm not your wife. Saving me doesn't save her! You've been kind enough already. I don't want to turn you into a slut after all you've risked for me! Please, save yourself!" You're almost at the hospital. Eva is probably right. It would be safest for me to leave now. But if I do, Eva might not be able to make it to the hospital. Right now with your pepper spray, I have the means of stopping her if she does succumb to her lust and go crazy looking for sexual gratification.