She was already on her third rewatch of Big Momma’s House 2.
In terms of things that I wish had stopped in 2020, number one is probably the COVID pandemic itself; number two might just be this series of COVID themed erotica. But no, as we rolled into 2021, M.J. Edwards decided that we really needed this series to be a trilogy. In this one, our protagonist is famed microbiologist Dr. Amy Amyson; she’s flying back home to America from Finland where she has discovered a new mutation of COVID, the D1K variant. On the way, she has a vigorous sexual escapade with an air hostess who is apparently from France (“I can ‘elp you wiz zat,” she says at one point). After returning to the lab, Dr. Amyson finds out that she’s been infected with a new variant, the VG1NA variant. Then the air hostess e-mails her to let her know that she has the D1K strain! Now, Dr. Amyson contains both variants and she turns red and becomes a mutant and has sex with the lab intern. Did I mention that the air hostess types with an accent? Her e-mail contains the line, and I quote, “Wee, I ave also been diagnosed wiz ze Coronavirus.” Have to say this was the worst one so far. And despite the assurance in the description that this is the final book in the Kissing the Coronavirus Trilogy, there’s still one more to go and you won’t believe what the title of that one is. 0 stars.
tl;dr – third book of Coronavirus themed erotica introduces us to two new variants of COVID, the D1K variant and the VG1NA variant; I wish I was kidding. 0 stars.