She wore a tiny thong panty under the bustier and finally she had white six inch CFM peep-toe pumps."Come on in, Nikki... Adam is waiting for us in th... living room. Let me take your coat," Laura said, taking her coat and hanging it on a hook by the door. Laura took Nikki's hand and began to lead her into the living room."Wait a second," Nikki said hesitating. She wasn't sure she could go through with this. It wasn't too late yet... she could still back out. She was scared and uncertain that. It said Jessica Kast your State Meat Lottery Number [BB227MN] has been called, you are hereby ordered to report to the designated meat processing plant in 24 hours to prepare you for tomorrows live spit roast barbecue. You know all the rules and consequences, if you do not show up as ordered As Jessicas mother read the notice, Jessicas heart sank in to her belly. She was too young to die she wasnt even 18 yet. She had only just received the NFC and State Meat Lottery Numbers. Jessicas mother. I can't see anything anymore and lie down on the mattress. This is what I have always fantasized about, I have never found a girl what these games wanted to do. In my fantasy, my aunt was always the mistress. How many times I have finished with the image of my aunt in the clothes that she now wears can no longer be counted. Maybe I am finally going to experience this fantasy, a moment later I hear the door open. A small sigh of wind caresses past my body, I don't hear anything but I do feel. Her flushed skin cools with his tender touch as she prods Midnight forth. Aching for him, not accepting the knowledge that God has taken him home. Her eyes gently close, a diffusion of loss gently pushed into her depths. She will continue her search for him. A rider of the night, racing against reality to embrace her hallucination. Moaning softly as the wind increases, she feels him pull her hair between his fingers in a sweet caress. Midnight’s nostrils flaring as she steps lightly, her eyes.