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Crossing the Imaginary Line with Jeanine Berry
Category:
Science Fiction
Publisher: Double Dragon Press
ISBN-10: 155404121X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 190
Copyright: March 2004
Worlds of the Sex Gates is the exciting conclusion to The Sex Gates trilogy. Lee and Rita have at last solved the mystery of the sex gates, but now they face a horrible dilemma.
Over the years, millions of people have gone into the gates and disappeared--but their genetic information was stored by the gates. Now the gates are overloaded and about to release those people, including psychopaths, the horribly injured, and the sick and very elderly. What will be their condition when they return?
Lee and Rita are determined to use the quantum worlds they've learned to access through the gates as a place to disgorge all these people, thus sparing an Earth that is just settling down from the social upheaval the gates brought. But their plan involves dangers that place both their lives on the line. And just to complicate the problem, some of the scientists that are helping Lee have an agenda of their own, one which risks the whole human race!
From Chapter One of Worlds of the Sex Gates
“Donna wants to have a baby,” Rissa announced.
I smiled, picturing my best friend holding a baby in her arms. “That’s wonderful!” I said. Then I remembered Rita, my love, back on Earth. I had left her alone and carrying our baby. A wave of intense sorrow engulfed me, but I managed to keep the smile on my face for Rissa’s sake.
“She says she’s ready for motherhood, or as ready as someone who was born male can ever be.” Rissa smiled and tilted her head to one side, letting her long, blonde hair sweep over a bare shoulder.
As usual, I marveled at the complexities the sex gates had brought into our lives. A hint of the perfume Rissa wore drifted my way on a warm breeze. I eyed her cleavage and asked the obvious question. “Are you planning to father this baby?”
“Not in my present condition.” Rissa cupped her hands under her two lovely breasts, as if I hadn’t noticed them.
For our outing, she’d conjured up a skimpy halter-top sundress of greens and yellows and blues. Her twin mounds threatened to spill out of the two slashes of fabric that held them in place. The soft folds of the dress draped around her curves as if the cloth were alive, the luminous colors shifting and merging with every breath she took.
As soon as she saw she’d grabbed my attention, she clutched the hem of her dress with her scarlet nails and hiked it to the top of her slender thighs. She winked at me as I eyed this further proof of her femininity. When Russell changed into a woman he turned into flirt ...
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