I should be home about 11 or 11:30 at the latest."Just before I left home, I sent Ava a text message saying Donna and I were on the way, then we climb...d into 'my' car and drove off. I drove slowly to give me more time to check with Donna whether she'd blabbed to anyone else about my marathon running session, or whether she would blab when we got to the club today.A very anguished Donna promised me earnestly that she'd learned her lesson, including "I'll NEVER do that." You mean, you'd never do. I peeled off my faded black skinny jeans, the ones with a cute red flower print on the thighs. I always received pointed glances of longing while wearing them, and that was often the prelude to my urges. My sensible undies came with them, and there was just the little bit of my secretions on the warm gusset. I looked at the counter in front of me. There were various washed vegetables in a bowl and on the cutting board, most of them still uncut. I considered the small skinny Italian eggplant. It. Janet put her arms around the younger girls shoulders. "Mr. Sloane's idea of Christmas is to find a nice quiet pub and be sat at the end of a bar with a drink in hand."Phoebe looked at me with a frown. "You sound like my Dad," she sighed feeling sorry for me, "He was a proper Grinch. He used to spend most of Christmas Day in his shed with a crate of beer." Alright ladies," clapped Janet, "Job done. Back to work!"As all three women turned to leave, I walked over to the box which was still on the. I screamed for mercy, for about a good minute before his patience grew thin. The final words were that I ever heard alive were; “shut up fuckdoll,” followed by a click darkness.I woke up dead without realising I was dead. I was at my own crime scene, staring down at my own body confused, until I finally realised I was a form of my body, invisible to all but myself. I was naked, but not cold in the January weather. I went to my funeral and cried my heart out in the back row, knowing no living.