I remember waking up and being totally lost and I didn’t feel like me. Sue was there when I woke and the memory of her face returned as did the even...s of the run up to that fateful night.When I first woke, I couldn’t feel anything from my neck down and wondered if indeed I was paralysed. I felt the lace of a nightdress and looked down at myself and saw the two bumps of my breasts under the bed clothes.My face felt numb as did my body everywhere. And I was bandaged all over.In time I started to. The make-up, the hair and the clothes disguised the real Sandy, the girl in front of me was almost a stranger, a very appealing stranger. She beamed her pleasure at my stuttering assessment then spun toward the changing room. I watched her back as she left, the bare skin between the jeans and the hem of the shirt only enhanced the way her butt rocked under the tight jeans as she padded away on bare feet. My sinful thoughts blackened my heart and filled my cock even more so I took a deep breath. Stephenson returned to the job in hand, peeling back the skin and sawing the bone to form a makeshift foot from each former knee. Cartilage sinew nerves, all severed neatly and tucked and tied into the remaining stump of leg he did his best with the flies and the dirt, and the growing impatience of the black faces. He tried to make a tidy job, toying with the idea of letting her bleed to death but he dared not risk the officer's wrath."Just the tongue now Mr Stephenson, if you please." The. ‘Boyo, you look like you’ve survived on naught but rat packs the way you’re wolfing that down. I know my cooking is good, but go easy, or you’ll get sick. Perhaps you’d care for a cuppa?’ Thomas looked at Kieran quizzically. ‘A cup of what?’ Kieran rolled his eyes, then gazed upwards in supplication. ‘Please show mercy to a poor, unenlightened barbarian, Saint Earl of Grey. Do not strike the boyo dead for his unintentional disrespect for the trappings of true civilisation, instead, guide him to.