The stone faded back to normal flesh. Jim waited but Sharon wasn't moving still.
"Uhm, Sharon?"
Jim looked over the glassy-eyed, drooling, fleshy statue that had just toppled over there on the bed. "Sharon?"
Sharon whimpered.
Jim thought for a moment, then noticed her twitching. Her muscles had locked up from her long stay as a statue. Sharon whimpered again.
Noting tht there was now a trail of juices flooding the bed, Jim crept a little closer. Noting the wild look in her eyes, Jim decided that
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