That purty nurse tole me how to put on make me up. And Mama byd mea hole lotta shit to smeer on my face. My blond hare wuz growin out so Ilooked like ... girl. A purty one two.ThreeMama wuz glad I wuz outta the house when I walkt to werk on Munday. Iwent to church with her on Sonday. It wuz reel relaxin until after thepreecher said "amen". Then evry one ran over two me and sed how good Ilookt. I culd tell sum of the mails wanted to put there things into me.I took Mamas addvise and ignerd them.. Her breathing is labored now and she will soon have trouble getting enough air, but this is the moment she's been waiting for. The money her family will get paid for the privilege of snuffing her is nice, but she came here to experience this, the rope around her neck, the air under her feet. She begins rubbing her thighs together, stimulating herself. Her mouth is full of the hangman's salty semen, a symbol of life in her mouth even as she travels the road to death. She is able to keep this up. I was still having a problem quivering and getting wet while breeding with the boars, maybe more so now that it had been quite a while since I had been with a boy. One day we had turned a young gilt in with the young boar. They were quite comical, and extremely excited. Jean had just ignored my quivering up till then. “It often excited Dirk and me too, watching them breed. They are just such obviously passionate animals. Sometimes we would make love after.” she confided gently. She was not. "He's a good man. Dedicated. I think you'll like what he did for yourdrink, honey. It's got a, a--"Chills ran down his spine. He could feel his tongue, over-sized for hismouth. A great and invisible weight seemed to be pushing down on hisskull, his spine, his eyelids.Panic began to warm his blood. As he fought to form another word, hefound himself lost in her smile. It seemed to drown out the rest of hisvision, growing monstrous.As his world began to twist and darken, she rose to her feet."Oh,.