"I gave him a pretty good head start."Claire pushed her shoes off and shimmied her underwear off. I had seen "granny" panties before but I didn't thin... anyone actually wore them anymore. She grabbed my cock again and brushed my nose with her underwear.I found myself fascinated with the idea of smelling her but simultaneously afraid. I held my breath for a moment and then inhaled. Her underwear smelled like laundry that sat in a drawer too long. It had an unmistakable scent of wetness and a hint. Not her. Silent tears of grief and shame rolled down my face in the darkened hospital room. I hated myself - hated being alive while she was dead.And then I thought of Brian. Beth Ann lost her only child because my soul hijacked his body. Then Beth lost her life because the universe had come calling to even the score. If Death had showed up right then, he would have a willing passenger.When I returned to the here and now, I overheard Colleen and Rebecca quietly talking. "He has been through so. Did you sleep ok?" I did," said Tim, "But I think I could sleep for another week. What ran over me last night? It feels like it must have been an eighteen-wheeler!" Nah," said Janie, "It was just little ol' me baby! Feel like a shower with me this morning?" That sounds wonderful, and then I'll have to be going. Joel might be home soon and, well, you know. I don't want to be here when he gets home." Tim said.They walked together to the bathroom and Tim stood by the toilet to pee."Wait, don't pee. I have to get this done, I reach over and hold Ashley’s shoulder: My hand grasps softly, my arm pulls her sturdily. She turns easily, like a sack of rice, a burlap sack. “Listen, I am telling you this is all fine, don’t get down about it.” She didn’t like this at all, her face tensed, it revolted against my words. She spoke softly but with great force, in short restrained stabbing movements. “Don’t tell me this is fine, my friend is dead, your friend.” She looked down for only an instant, “and.