I had to some how get him from the abandoned house two blocks to the woods. I would chop his body up using a butcher’s knife, and then place the pie...es inside plastic sheeting. Then I would put the pieces in some duffle bags I had and carry them to the well. One day his sister saw me carrying two bags and offered to help me carry them back to my house. It is sort of ironic that a girl who was distraught over the disappearance of her brother helped me carry his right arm and part of his torso. It was only because the last couple of weeks had been fairly simple test-and-record sessions that she’d managed. Now, maybe, they would be able to able to relax… some. Oh, there’d be more work, she knew. That wouldn’t stop. Soon, she’d have to think about a successor product. But for now she could go back to working sensible hours. ‘How about you, Denise?’ she asked. Denise looked at her, unable to fathom her meaning. ‘I mean, will you be able to cut back to normal hours, now?’ ‘Oh, I wondered. I love you, bro!” “Love you too, sis.” We logged out. As I started to get dressed, I couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed upset when I wouldn’t dress in front of him. He’s like my brother! That would be weird. So I just shrugged it off as I slid on my flip flops, put on my headband and bag and headed out of the door. *** I was at his house, walking up the driveway to Leo’s house. I was too shy and kept walking with my head down and brushing my dark hair out of my face. I would only know. I wished to stay in there forever but a flush kicked me out and I ran down a metal ring and some gorgeous leg. I wondered how smooth it in fact was and was stunned how long and perfect it was. After ages of pure joy I dripped down on a foot. It was a small one and it was well cared. The nails were painted in dark red and I could see that the paint had small scratches which might have had their source in small grains of sand from the beach. The last I remember was that I was flushed between two.