Word: mouthes
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...have to do is go up there for 10 minutes," he urged. When she demurred again, the bodyguards pursued Uday's backup plan. They maneuvered the girl in the direction of the parking lot, picked her up and carried her to the backseat of Uday's car, covering her mouth to muffle her screams...
Lisa Weissman has a problem: A cluster of wrinkles on either side of her mouth that Botox can't touch. She knows this because she has already been given Botox--injections of dilute botulism toxin--to smooth the furrows of her brow. And like thousands of other women who have been Botoxed and were pleased with the results, she's pursuing new and better ways of using a syringe to erase the other signs of aging on her face...
...chair at the posh Upper East Side Manhattan office of Dr. Rhoda Narins, professor at New York University and president-elect of the American Society for Dermatologic Surgery. Narins wields a slender hypodermic needle filled with a whitish slurry. After marking the laugh lines and creases around Weissman's mouth with a rust-colored disinfectant, she steps out of her high-heeled pumps to get the angle right and sets to work. Fifteen minutes and perhaps two dozen injections later, the wrinkles have all but vanished. There's a redness around Weissman's lips, but nothing a little makeup...
...brought on by heedless bioengineering, the kind that sets loose viruses that melt down their victims like "pink sorbet on a barbecue." Then again, the world was asking for it, what with the webcast suicides, the rampant porn and the chickens bred genetically to consist of nothing but a mouth and a multitude of (barely) edible breasts. As for the social arrangements, the precatastrophe elite lived in walled compounds while everyone else scrambled in the teeming "pleeblands." In other words, it was the world we live in now, only more...
...brought on by heedless bioengineering, the kind that sets loose viruses that melt down their victims like "pink sorbet on a barbecue." Then again, the world was asking for it, what with the webcast suicides, the rampant porn and the chickens altered genetically to consist of nothing but a mouth and a multitude of (barely) edible breasts. As for the social arrangements, the precatastrophe élite lived in walled compounds while everyone else scrambled in the teeming "pleeblands." In other words, it was the world we live in now, only more so. Even if the outlines of her story...