We soon discovered that we shared many similar interests and countless hours were spent chatting on line on these subjects. I began to feel an attract...on to my faceless friend. When MySpace turned to shit she followed me over to MyBoomerPlace where we became each ones number one friend. I remember spending entire weekends just chatting with her. We finally felt comfortable enough to share our real names, her name was Loni.Now outside of my real first name I shared little personal information. She smiled at me then. "Which one are you? Are you the one who's banging the cheerleader or are you the one who is flunking out?" I didn't know how she knew so much about us, but it amazed me that she seemed to lack any self-consciousness about me standing there watching her dry off her naked body. She flipped the towel between her legs, caught it behind her with ease, and sawed it roughly (it seemed to me) back and forth against her russet cunt."Um... I'm the one flunking," I mumbled, my eyes. I must meet this man. I am certainly above this man, I ooze beauty and sensuality which turns every man’s head in this pub…. every man but Daniel. I must have this man. I turn and walk back to get closer to Daniel, to let my scent hopefully attract his attention, to try and let these bedroom eyes lure him. I approach him with all the swagger of a pro and tell him words are not needed, if he is up for it I would like to take him back to my hotel room. Daniel says nothing. He rises from his bar. She did not know why. The young girl of about 19 or 20 told her that her name was Adele and she loved working with the dead.Adele led Mariel down a long staircase to the basement. She told her that is where all the "processing" took place. Mariel saw long metal tables, large basins with complicated looking hose connections and a stone floor with a big drain in the center. There were two bodies on the tables. One was a woman in her 30s with long blond hair and a smile on her face that was.