"Look for the blue umbrella...blue and white folding beach chair."After agonizing back and forth to myself, I figured, what the hell, I'm off work tod...y anyway, and I wanted to go to the beach anyway as well. It might be funny to just walk by and pretend like I don't know anything if confronted. It looked like a public beach anyway.So I got ready for beaching it and drove there...Well, the beach was public alright, but not very. And the spot pinpointed was like a half-mile to 1 mile walk from. Some started jerking them. Casey could see most of them. Some were even larger and some smaller than her bosses.Andrew asked her what kind of dirty little fucking girl she was. She stopped sucking and looked up at him with big blue puppy dog eyes. She told him she was a bad girl who needed to be taught a lesson. She then asked if all the guys could fuck her to teach her a lesson. She wanted it hard she said. She liked it that way. It was if her words unleashed a pack of wild animals. . .. and recalled that I didn’t revive Wilhelmina Halleck. The difference was striking. The point, of course, was that I had the right and authority to do with the dead as I deemed fit. Some I would bring back to life as undead retainers and such. Others I would leave to their natural fate. I had shown both fates now to the local citizenry. They would know that I kept my own counsel and made my own decisions which way to go.“Well now, my friend, I can’t allow someone who was just under temporary. But I have another job at nights," I told her. "I'm a stripper. Tonight's my night off." "A stripper? I'd like to see that," she laughed. "I've never been to a male strip show. Do you do the "full monty"?" "Of course," I replied. Her face went a charming shade of red as she contemplated her next question. "When you are stripping...?" she asked, tentatively. "Yes," I encouraged her. "Do you ever get, you know...stiff?" she finished, giggling like a school girl. "Once or twice when I was doing.