Harvested ... Abbie had been harvested.I vomited.“A normal reaction,” said the attendant. He directed me to a washing station where I rinsed my mo...th.The face was enough.“What’s left is Abbie,” I said.“Positive identification.”“Yes ... that was my wife.”“There is a Chapel in the main floor. If you need to seek solace a chaplain is available in his office next door.”“Thank you.”As I was leaving I could him humming as he sluiced my leavings to the drain. The song sounded suspiciously like. Lets see em. Many thoughts ran through my head, would anyone know, was there any other way. The strongest thought was I needed a pill. Im waiting. He goaded. I gave in. I pulled my shirt and bra up giving him a glimpse of my c cups. Happy? I asked as I put myself back together. Really? he asked sarcastically, you cant do it. He started to walk to the door. Wait, wait, whatever you want. My addiction was showing, I needed the pills. I pulled my shirt completely off and my bra with it. Better?. The hands in the picture had squeezed the breast pretty hard. When I grabbed her awesome breasts, she told me to touch her harder. I managed to get one of her nipples between my fingers and I would feel how the hardened when I started to grope and grab her breasts. She had the remote control and kept firing away. I asked if I was squeezing too hard? She said it was fine and that I did a good job. It felt so good that it started to turn me on. I had my face in her neck and could smell her clean. I even turned up the volume to help me get more into the mood, but the noises outside continued. My ignorance quickly turned to fear. Shit! What if theres a robber outside?! I wondered. This idea stuck in my mind as I dropped the vibe and ran downstairs, peering around each corner of my spacious house. My worries were not alleviated as I threw on a robe and called the police. I sat anxiously on my couch, practically biting my nails as the odd sounds outside did not seem to cease. Approximately.