Chapter Six
Dental Dances
When I finally returned to awareness we were back at the house and she’d opened the hatch. I was sitting upright once more, held motionless by the seat’s restraints, and stared fearfully at her from inside the compressing mask and helmet. She turned on my hearing for a moment.
“Julia,” she said quietly, “you’ll stay fastened in your chair for the rest of the night, then early tomorrow morning you’ll be taken to have your mouth jewellery affixed. The process is a long and involved one, but by this time tomorrow night, it’ll be done ... and permanent. It’s going to happen now whether you want it or not, dear. These new additions are not going to be very pleasant, as you’ve probably guessed, but, they’re what you wanted, and so you shall have them.
“G’night dear,
