“And you know chances of success are low? Damn low. Even if this shell of a woman could do what you wanted, finding your man’s soul in the great b...yond is probably a lost cause?”“Fuck, if you’re convinced that—”“Now now, hold your horses. I said chances are low, not impossible. Malachi took a stab at it, after Minerva was killed, but we ran into a couple problems.”“Getting a body, and getting the soul.”“Exactly. Now, I can craft me a fine body with the flesh of the dead, but it will be dead,. I remember how it all started that day she chatted me up when I was serving her on the till at Sainsbury’s. I had realised her repeated visits and being checked out at my till were not just a coincidence, when there were about a dozen other cashiers to choose from. I knew it was her next in the queue even before seeing her because of her excusive perfume which gave me wonderful sensual feelings. That week I had seen her at least five times, like she was coming in every day I was there,. She lifted her hips and pulled my face into her pussy almost to the point of cutting off my breathing. I switched her around to be sitting in my face and licked her from taint to her clit while rubbing her asshole which was drenched in her juices..she reached back and grabbed my cock and said she wanted to fuck now and I brought her to a peak again before letting her slide down and stuff me into her pussy..for a 32 year old woman with two young kids her pussy was like smooth wet velvet and she. We all breathed a sigh of relief that turned to horror as we got closer. We found Long Tom first, on a ridge above the bath house. It must have been a hell of a fight, judging from the empty shells. He died with his rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other, both empty. He had a paper in his breast pocket. “Did the best I could. Give Sunshine my rifle. Let Shadow have my knife.”Sunshine was his nickname for Jessica, Shadow for Sabrina. I started growing cold. His position wasn’t one to cover.