She thought Helen was probably a divorcee, but she had no proof of it. Helen never seemed to have any visitors nor any boyfriends. What sort of girl w...s she? Could she be a proper lesbian, perhaps? Did she knew some lezzie secrets that pleasured Darleen better than Caroline, in her innocence, could?Thinking about it, Caroline was getting randy.She imagined Helen and Darleen in bed together and her pussy began to spark and foam.Maybe I'll have to fingerfuck myself, after all, Caroline thought. I am an acceptable carpenter and the cross was an easy build. I made a frame on the floor that would offer support and allow the cross to be free standing. Then I installed sunken rings and various parts of the cross. I sanded and painted the 2x8? crosses that formed the ‘X’ with three coats of royal purple (her favourite colour). She was quite pleased when she came into my room. But after reviewing the construction she wanted a few additions. First there would be coarse sand paper glued. Thodi der bad wo admi kapde pehankar chala gaya. Phir mai andar aaya, ab usne apna gaun dala tha. Maine smile diya, wo kuch nahi boli. Muze baithne k liye bolkar wo chay banane gayi. Edhar mai soch raha tha k usko kaise apna banau, muze ek idea aaya. Jab wo chai lekar ayi to maine pucha, kaun tha wo” usne jawab diya “tere jijju ka dost” mai bola kab se chal raha hai” wo boli “tuze kyo janna hai” mai bola kuch nahi, aur smile di, tab wo usne b smile di.Humne chai pi, wo boli ye bat tu kisiko mat. ••••••••••I was in an endless sky. Blue skies and clouds as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world.