Then mom took me shopping for a stylish outfit for the night. We would meet the client at a restaurant and then eventually return to his hotel for a n...ght of pure unadulterated sex.The night finally arrived and I was really nervous, but thanks to my mom besides me, I was ready to go. We were both wearing evening dresses, mine was red while mom's was black, and we both wore push up bras to give our boobs more oomph, along with a thong. We took a cab and arrived at the restaurant on time. Mom. At least 7 months pregnant5.The unborn fetus must still be in the dead woman?s womb6. Died from unnatural causes, preferably murderedThe corpse must be dug up and brought to a (un)holy man for the ritual to be performed within 9 days of her death. It must be done at a particular time at night and the person performing the ritual must have post-mortem sexual intercourse with the corpse to demonstrate his dominance over the spirit of the dead woman.The following story is inspired by this. I sat on the couch in room and sared at the wall. Nothing. I was left alone with my stepgrandmother, aunt Annie, as I called her. My 5yearsold-frame shook in despair and I didn't want to live anymore. I fantasized about the place where mommy and daddy were right then and imagined, there were angels with golden hair, snowwhite wings on their backs and a lyra in their tiny hands. I saw myself in the white toga-like clothing playing at the amusement of my parents. Nothing. The soft voice of aunt. ‘Marlene, I told you about my dad last night, and how he was an alcoholic.’ ‘Yes,’ she softly said. ‘He also abused my mom,’ I said next, in a empty voice. The words echoed through my mind as if I had just yelled them from the top of a mountain, only this time, they were reverberating off of the kitchen walls and back into my head. ‘He abused my mom and I was the one who she constantly called out to help her,’ I said with little emotion. ‘I was only a child and on countless nights, I was the.