“Now, darling, look what I’ve got for you!”
“Oh, my!!!” He had bought moon mushrooms to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Unbelievable! “Why, love, this must have cost a fortune!”
It had, indeed, he thought while she discreetly swept tears of emotion. The mushrooms were the genuine variety cultivated by the Moon Labs. But the Conilium – the stimulant he had injected into the mushrooms- was even more expensive and hard to get. He had to use illegal means so as not to arouse her suspicions. And the price of the mini-teleporter he had used to switch her pills with placebos, was even more outrageous, but it was all worth it: without the pills, the Conilium was bound to cause her an epilepsy crisis; this oppressing demon would spend a few days in a hospital and he would find an excuse and leave for some beautiful island where he would have a wonderful time without her.
“Nothing is too good for you, darling”, he said and she kissed him softly on the mouth.
“I also have something for you, my love.” The demon gave him a lovely smile while handing him a box. “Here, your favorite chocolates. I had them ordered especially for you, with a sugar substitute that does not alter their taste.”
“How kind! Why, darling, you are so… so sweet!” Feigning emotion, he squinted at the box she gave him, closely examining it to see if there was any catch in there. Apparently everything was fine, though. The box was hermetically sealed with an official inscription certifying its contain was sugar free. It all seemed fine. What the Hell…
“Thank you, darling,” he said and they kissed again.
Stroking his hair, she stared at him with loving eyes. Fine. He had swallowed it, she thought relieved. Putting sugared chocolates in a genuine certified box for sugar-free products had been quite hard, but not half as tricky as the part where she had to fiddle with his medical data on his personal mini-computer. His daily doses of medication were meticulously adapted to his sugar levels accurately assessed by this computer based on nanotechnology and other complicated high tech stuff. Messing up the results for more than ten days now had been hell. She had to do this hacking part completely alone even though she was not good with computers.
But it had worked! The gully bastard would gulp the chocolates, his sugar would be a mess and this would cost him at least a few days in hospital. She would be alone at her wonderful home where she could at last enjoy herself without his constant bossing her around. She was impressed with the moon mushrooms, though. He had not had such a gesture to her in a longtime – his sudden kindness was rather suspicious.
“Have a few mushrooms too, my love.” Smiling, she almost stuffed two or three into his mouth.
“And you must definitely have one or two chocolates too,” he said in a soft voice. “They are sugar-free, so you won’t spoil your diet. Not that you need it, “he added admiringly and in this he was sincere. The bitch still was superb; even younger women could hardly bear any comparison to her.
“Hey – what’s going on? I feel so… so weird!!!” All of a sudden, he was much filled with desire for her that he could barely keep his self-control.
“S… So do I!” she said. “Wh… What did you put in those mushrooms?”
“I’d rather thought it was something in the chocolates,” he replied. “Oh – never mind! Who cares?”
They were both excited like animals. They did not even bother going to their bedroom; they rolled on the living-room floor and had sex. It was magic, it was divine! The Imperial Fireworks all together were but mere toys compared to the flame of their passion; the most sensual heroes of The Arabian Nights would be put to shame by their uncontrollable lust.
They went on all night, without stop.
In the morning they were both found dead.
The coroner shook his head: “The association of some neurostimulant they’ve put in the mushrooms and a conservative in those chocolates caused a powerful sexual desire. They made love like beasts – this caused a rupture of an aneurysm in her brain. And he had a heart attack.”
“Why did they need stimulants? Apparently they desired each other naturally.” The self-learning robot that assisted the coroner was inquisitive in order to improve its program.
“I have no clue,” shrugged the coroner. “It’s hard to figure out what is going on in the mind of some people. What I can tell you by watching them is that they were probably no angels, but they definitely had a heavenly death!”