The Cyberkink Sideshow

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by Ophidia Cox


  She turned through the gates and onto the main concourse, and the sight that greeted her came as a shock.

  The stalls, the rides, the tents and marquees–everything had gone. The Ferris wheel was being dismantled by men in fluorescent orange suits and yellow helmets. The flowers in the gardens had all wilted, the leaves of the plants turning yellow. The breeze tumbled a multitude of colored litter across the lawns.

  Sylvia switched off the engine. She opened the car door and stepped out, and she stood staring upon the desolation. Where was the Sideshow? Where were Victor, Vaughn, the Hermaphrodite Twins, the zebra lady? How had she allowed them to disappear from her life as easily as they’d first come into it? She glanced over her shoulder at the car. Max pressed his nose against the back window of her hatchback, leaving a snotty smear on the glass.

  The wind flung a sheet of paper against her leg, wrapping it around her ankle. She bent over to pull it off. Victor’s name stood out at the top and she recognized it with a shocking jolt that surged upward through her chest, as though Marvin the Electrosex Wizard had set up his electrodes wrong.

  Victor R. Maynard’s CYBERKINK SIDESHOW

  Touring with the International Garden Festival 2030

  Experience the most depraved interactive celebration of human sexuality in all its forms and many other once-in-a-lifetime attractions before the Festival travels South for the winter.

  June: Newport

  July: Leicester

  August: Gateshead

  September: Glasgow

  Sylvia strode back to her car. Gateshead it was, then. She had a full tank of diesel and her whole life ahead of her. And Victor was waiting, and she would go with him just like he’d wanted.

  As she pulled away, the first patter of rain began to fall on the road.

  Ophidia Cox

  Ophidia Cox is interested in fetishes and sex that doesn’t follow the textbook’s instructions. When not doing research in the field, Ophidia relaxes in a home filled with snakes and spiders.

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  Lyrical Press books are published by

  Kensington Publishing Corp. 119 West 40th Street New York, NY 10018

  Copyright © 2011 Ophidia Cox

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

  Lyrical Press and the L logo are trademarks of Kensington Publishing Corp.

  First Electronic Edition: November 2011

  ISBN-13: 978-1-61650-334-5

 

 

 


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