"If it's true, then he's pretty poor at it. Lester Hawkins was unconscious when he choked to death and the police said that he had enough drugs in his... blood that he was dying anyway. He should have known—been aware—that he was dying the way he'd killed her—choking on his own dick." Brian, please stop," Cassie said. "Please don't beat us up." Us? Shit. I was attacking Cassie with my words as much as Josh. I got off him and helped him to sit up. His lip was bleeding and I offered him a. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. Reaching down she tried to play what she experienced in her mind. Wetting her fingers she ran them down her soft lips. Surprised to find she was wet, she slid a finger between them and pushed in. As she moved her finger in and out slowly, with her other hand she rubbed her clitoris. It wasn't long before she felt an orgasm building. Soon she began to feel her finger being covered with liquid. As it washed over her she allowed herself to scream. This was far more serious than he first thought. He replied, “Okay. Everyone is scheduled to come in today except Sammy. I’ll have to call his mother to let her know that he is needed this afternoon. I can’t make any promises about him showing up though. He may have other plans.”“That’s fine. I can always stop by his house later this evening,” remarked Al.The call ended shortly after that, leaving a stunned Jerry sitting at his desk. There was nothing to do except to tell everyone what was. With her death, we died as the words died on our lips. There is nothing we could say, if we could say anything to fill the hole in our minds and hearts that Her death digs in us. Even as I speak now, I bring no hope, no kind words to act as a salve on your ears. We are lost, now. Our pens are now alien and foreign creatures forever to sleep on dusty parchment. But while you mourn the corpse of our Creatress, I fear that the situation grows ever worsening for us. Our physical lives are far from.