Ron busied himself in the kitchen loading a cool box with perishables from the fridge. He could hear shrieks of laughter from upstairs. Then he heard ...lison call him up to the bedroom. As he got to the landing he heard Jane say in a loud stage voice; “Oh no Alison, you must not touch me! My husband might walk into the room. What would he think?” “I cannot help it Jane, you drive me mad with passion,” Alison responded in similar vein. “Where are those two women hiding?” called Ron. “I shall. So that was what she did, and as she worked delicately on Christine's nipples she noticed that they really did appear to be authentic female nipples. And the skin of Christine's boobs, so smooth and creamy. And the boobs themselves, so perfectly firm. There was no doubt about, Christine was one hundred percent woman.Or, as she'd said so herself: well, mostly.And the part of Christine that wasn't a woman was really doing a number on her. Christine had it all the way in now, and as she. Keeping the door open, I listened to her as she walked quickly past to lock the funeral home for the night. Her tension ran deep and a priapism only lasted some hours after death, unless something was done to preserve it of course.I sensed that she preferred them in their natural state, it was less work for her.There was the sound of keys clicking inside the front door, followed by the squeak of her shoes on the linoleum floor. Looking blankly at the stack of invoices, I listened to the sounds. There was only one person that had any interest in me dying, wasn’t there? I turned my face to the side quickly and proceeded in being violently sick, on the sidewalk, in the middle of the day, in the city I had lived in all my life. ‘Are you ok, miss?’ a deep voice asked me as I dried my face on a corner of my expensive jacket. ‘No, I suspect I’m not…’ I mumbled before I looked up to see a tall, dark shape looking down at me, the police officer had returned. I looked behind the tall,.