Maybe some burglars? What about my wife's body, Cindy's body? Was it indanger? Where was it? Did someone else take it over and try to steal it?In l...ss than a minute, we quickly dressed. I threw on a spandex mini-skirt and tube top I had seen in Mandy's drawers. I had seen her wear itbefore, and I had seen how quickly my wife would put on a similar outfit.I didn't both with panties. Cindy threw on the same biking outfit I hadput on my former male body the day before.We quietly made our way to. One factor in Tonys favour for this operation, was the fact that prior to the war he had visited Germany frequently to visit his grandparents and friends. He knew Berlin well and had on several occasions as a young boy gone on holiday to Bavaria and the Black Forest with his grandparents. For a time he considered studying at the University at Heidelberg, but his parents pointed out that a career in the Royal Navy was best served by studying at a British University.There was an element of truth. I had never really worn my hair likethat for an extended period of time so I wasn't sure about the choice,but I went with it.When the day of the wedding came, we drove to the Wedding Reception Hallwhere I was scheduled to marry Denise. I waited up front for the brides'wedding party with Dave, Devin and Vern.Denise wedding party consisted of Clarissa and my sister. Clarissa washer maid of honor. As we waited, I caught Devin giving me peeved stares.Dave caught it to and asked, "What's your. I smile at her and she looks at my dark, matted hair. She looks at the gash in my cheek, darkened by dried blood. At the whiteness of the bone beneath. At the slow trickle of yellow and red-flecked drool. At the maggots as they crawl in and out.She stares. Behind her hooded eyes her pupils widen. Her eyes are black.I lean over her, I touch her cheek, her neck, the softness of her ear. I touch her breast. I feel her.I watch as her hidden eyes look down my body. My ravaged chest; black gore and.