He had gotten good at picking and choosing among the ranks of the sacrificial. He knew the ones that wouldn’t be missed quickly, the ones that were ...the easiest to pluck out of the horde and make his own. It was easy. A gentle smile. A questioning look. A first innocent meeting. He was lucky. The knife had told him so. He had found his Purpose in life. A Purpose he was good at it. And better yet, he liked it. His attention was drawn back to the bloody, abused girl in his hands. He carried her by. I heard complaining to her mother that her back was hurting from sleeping on the spare mattress, my wife indicated it only be for a couple nights before Grandma leaves. One night her 6 years old brother got sick and my wife decided to sleep in his room, she told Jessica she could sleep in her bed for that night. Part of me was excited and conflicted, Jessica is a deep sleeper and since she had soccer practise that night I know she would be out soon. This only fuel my growing lust and felt my. Both girls looked fascinated at me. Aunt Mary laid me back down, producing a pair of pink rumba pants with loads of white lace. She pulled those up my legs over the tights. "There, baby's bottom end is done! Now lets finish the top." She said producing a matching pink baby girl's dress. The dress had a square elasticized top with pleats just below the breast area. The hem was trimmed with white lace, as were the elasticized short puffy sleeves. Over my head it went! She pulled it down to below. Her stomach churned within the tightly boned body of her black basque,her stocking clad legs trembled involuntarily under her tight woman'sLevis as she nervously fussed at her bobbed wig and tugged andstraightened the hem of her soft pink blouse. Taking a deep calmingbreath she set her posture and before she knew it she was casuallystepping past the lifts next waiting passengers and she was out!The next ten or twenty seconds passed in a most surreal and timeless wayas, experiencing a similar.