Chapter 1

It would not be a lie to say that Patricia Bottomly was a total bitch.

Then again, it would be also fair to admit right up front that she had died on a February 29th on an otherwise uneventful leap year in Anno Domini 2020.

It said on her death certificate that it was from a heart attack but that was most definitely a lie because her head had been held below the surface of her bath by a pair of Japanese hitmen that that absolutely no idea who she was and didn’t really care if the truth be known.

They had played with her naked body immediately before her final immersion in the nicely scented bath water but were careful to not leave any traces of interference because their client had insisted on unimpeachable “accidental circumstances” with no suspicion of foul play.

The skinny one liked watching the expression on her pretty face as he inserted multiple fingers gently inside her rear portal. He enjoyed that best of all because the look of offended dignity made him hard the entire time.

Poor Patricia had a tummy filled with expensive French wine and her vagina had a fair share of her sugar daddy’s cream still inside waiting for the lab to analyze and identify for later investigation if deemed necessary.

They removed the five hundred dollars from her messy purse despite the client’s specified instructions not to remove anything from the crime scene.

The older member of the hit team sucked at her nipples because he was attracted to their ripe succulence and the whiteness of the surrounding skin. He was almost seventy years old now and his wife of many years was dark-skinned and her breasts were hanging down like floppy sacs and were entirely unappealing to his dirty old man needs for sexual tingles in his no longer hardened shaft of creation. He smiled like a fox at the sounds the white woman made as he licked and sucked her aroused nipples. It was enough for him to wet his undershorts inside his trousers with sticky residue leaving no trace of his presence.

Before they pushed Patricia’s pretty face under the water, they carefully washed her body to remove all evidence of their activities.

Unfortunately, Patricia’s ghost refused to surrender and stayed behind to make certain the people responsible for her demise received justice. Part of her remains in the spirit world followed the pair to their gangland residences and the other part went along with her body to the final humiliation of the autopsy on the cold metal table with the drains in the corners.

She did her best to remember how the customer had lapped up her juices with his bearded face shortly before her departure from the world of the living. That kept her mind off the indignity of being murdered by the two strangers with greedy hands and nasty minds. She was determined to find out who had arranged for her assassination in order to take her revenge before leaving for her ultimate destination in the next world.

These last five years had not been kind to the girl although her body was still quite attractive, and it was only her tired eyes that gave away the pain in her heart.

Her parents were fortunate enough to have passed on to their reward shortly after the market crash that had wiped out the family fortune. No more servants, no more country club to take away the boredom of being a rich bitch with oodles of cash and time on her hands.

Now all she focused on was the list of clients that paid her $500 cash on the barrel head for an hour in bed with her doing all the tricks she had performed for free for her so-called “boyfriends” who had deserted her after her mom and dad had gone down on the yacht far out to sea in a flamboyant departure from this world of broken promises.

Patricia had cut back on her nightly expeditions to the wild side these last few months to every other night because she had been feeling like there was a problem in her love-making channel and a tooth-ache that made her oral distractions less than comfortable.

She had suspected there was something not quite right about the bearded Romeo that took the risky route between her legs with his willing tongue and his raspy beard that caused her to orgasm even though she was definitely not in the mood. He had finished off up deep inside her Hershey Highway pushing her face so hard into the pillow that she thought she came close to suffocating.

His departure was welcome but the pair of hitmen that came in as he went through the door were shocking to say the least.

As she drowned in the bath water, Patricia paused to regret her lifestyle forced on her because she had relatively little marketable skills other than selling her body for money and doing her best to stay attractive at the same time.

Strangely, she thought that when she was cremated, she would have to leave this world once and for all but her ghostly spirit kept intact, and she watched and waited patiently for the day of her revenge.

She watched the autopsy carefully because she knew she needed to know all the details if she had any chance of revenging her untimely death from the other side. Some of what the doctor said was not related to the murder but she was quite upset because they already had it in their souls that she had had not had a “suspicious” death but it was simply her time to depart the world by calling it “Death from natural causes”. There was certainly not natural about the way those two goons had held her down and played with her obscenely before they finally dispatched her to the next world with no chance at all to plead her case.