Margot pulled away turning to the girl stood behind her,"And your daughter Janet; give her a hug too!" Dan felt suddenly flummoxed, "Oh … Janet!" He’d forgot about the girl... yet here she was, a slender fifteen year old teen; yet dressed like a rag doll! An unwanted girl. Dan felt a sudden guilt... he hadn't been arround... he'd been an absent dad.
A The Badsammie Chronicles Story (19) Another old story, about the time I was reduced to just an object, a thing, a cunt. Used, abused, detached, lost in myself for a wonderful day.
The funeral parlor was a large operation. They processed dozens of bodies every week for final resting places. Some were cremated and didn't need the heavy duty cosmetic work to make them look presentable. Sometimes the dirty and hard work had certain benefits when pretty young female corpses were stretched out on top of the metal tables like slabs of meat ready for a night worker with a yen for the ultimate submissiveness possible.