Design Flaw

“Jo?  Kyohei?” Sei called as she led Meg and Amy into the trailer.  There was no sign of anyone, although there were the remains of a meal on the kitchen table.  But no sign of foul play.  Still, Sei added, “Now I’m getting worried.”

Meg found an empty cardboard box on the kitchen counter.  She was reading the label when she thought she heard voices.  She darted to the rear of the trailer and slid open the door to her and Jo’s room. Jo’s voice snarled out into the hall: “--little whore!  Take my big--”

Meg’s jaw dropped.  “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?”  she shouted.

Sei and Amy came up behind Meg, looked around her, and their eyes went wide:  Kyo was lying naked on Jo and Meg’s bed, something propping up his lower back, his legs spread in the air.  Jo -- whom Sei almost didn’t recognize because of the professional-looking makeup job she had -- was topless and on top of Kyo.  They could see leather straps around her hips, which slowly rocked back and forth.  Her tattoo was green with small patches of purple in it.

Kyo had an erection, mouth-shaped bite marks on his neck, and lipstick smeared on his mouth.  He looked at Meg and whimpered, “Please, kill me.”

“Oh…Meg… hi,” Jo said.  “I didn’t hear you come in.  Uh… I know how this looks…”

“Oh,” Meg said, “you mean you’re not really plowing Kyo in our bed?”

“No, I am,” Jo said, “but I can explain.  See, the tat turned green and -- oh, look patches of purple -- it’s working, Kyo --”

“I can die happy, Jo.  Seriously, I can die now--”

“Quiet,” Jo said.  She bent down and kissed him.  “I’ll owe ya for this, buddy.  Now, let me do the talking.  Anyway, Meg, the tat turned green, and I started wanting to have sex with Kyohei, and I did try to rape him earlier, as a matter of fact, but after we opened your package -- by they way, who did you want to use it, you or me? -- anyway, after we opened your package, I thought that if I did have sex with him, I would snap back to normal and not want to have sex with him anymore, and as you can see, it’s working.  So if you guys could give us a few more minutes, I’m sure--”

Meg screamed curses and lunged at Jo; Sei charged in and tried to hold Meg back.

Amy turned, ran out of the trailer, locked herself in the back seat of the sports car, hugged her teddy bear/laptop, and said, “It’s times like this I wonder if this is an appropriate environment for a girl my age.”