The shortness of them was more apparent from behind as they came just down to where her but ended. Her butt didnt crease where it met her legs, it jus... curved in with the muscle, till it hit leg. But the best part was the rips. Crossing both cheeks from just under the belt-line down, were long frayed horizontal rips. Fully half of her ass was showing through them, and it was easy to see she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all underneath. As I stared, she reached up on her tippy toes. Shoulders rising and breasts swaying as she did so, she motioned for them to take a place on the bed.Axel struggled to speak through the sensation growing inside him. “You are a goddess.”“Thank you,” she said in a voice of powerful bells.“No, I know what is going on. You are a real goddess. I remember this feeling from the Forest God of the Corpsewood.”She shrugged a slender shoulder, her gown revealing more skin before the gown righted itself. She then leaned toward him, gown not quite leaving. Perhaps I was infectious. I had heard of MRSA like everyone else. Maybe Icaught it somehow when I was admitted and they had to put me out of theway of healthy people so they didn't catch it. Perhaps I was on my lastlegs and Sheila was keeping it away from me, being all brave andeverything.My vivid imagination ran wild. Thinking about how my funeral was going tobe and how all the flowers should be distributed to orphanages. I could just see all my new workmates and Sheila, looking down at. After all, he was almost fourteen now, and, at his age,these stories seemed more absurd than adventurous. Besides, Pablo had hadother things on his mind since he'd entered adolescence--namely, girls.Not wanting to risk incurring his mother's wrath, Pablo left his bedroomand hurried into the little adobe apartment's kitchen, where she waspreparing the evening's repast: tortillas and refried beans with rice.His mother looked at him with anger in her eyes. "Where have you been?"she demanded. "Why.