She was alive!I ran across the room and knelt at her side, her name rising to my lipsin a mingled cry of relief that she was still alive and horror at...thepain she must be in. And the cry stopped there, as I saw her up close.She was most definitely dead. Her head lolled sideways, a thin trickleof blood at the corner of her mouth. Her open eyes stared in twoslightly different directions, the totally relaxed pupils sightless andblank. Half of her rib cage was caved in, and blood had bloomed. It felt wet and very nice indeed.Victor noticed I was touching myself; so he lifted the covers and slapped my buttocks a bit hard. He then laughed, telling me I should not forget my appointment with the gynecologist... It would be just a routine general exam, including my asshole.As soon as Victor left for his office, I continued masturbating myself until I came crying like crazy. I relaxed my body and decided I could stay a bit more while on the bed.Two hours later I opened my eyes. I was late. Karla’s flight to New York leaves early enough for us to take her to the airport before we head to Chicago Botanic Gardens.”“She’s going to the museums?”“Yes. Here, obviously, but in New York at least the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Museum of Modern Art, the Guggenheim Museum, and Whitney Museum of American Art. One of her friends at the Van Gogh Museum made arrangements for her to meet a female design student from The New School who’ll act as her tour guide. She’ll be in New York until. To be honest I was gob smacked and it showed she said “Have I embarrassed you” I replied “No not at all, if I knew where to go I could change that for you” she smiled and said “Sure you would” and I said “Connie I would”, I could tell she was thinking and then her husband came out and she stood up to leave, smiling at me.Donna and my son came out of the changing room and she said “We need some more stuff”, I replied “I’ll go and have a cig, listen to the radio and be back in around 45 minutes.