I instructed her to start slipping her shirt off, slowly, shoulders first. She unbuttoned, pulled down, and smoldered at the lens until a white sil... bra was all she had on above the waist. I was taking pictures every few seconds, capturing every delicious moment. Still with the bra on, she held each breast in turn, then both, pushing upwards to maximize her cleavage and the camera approved. Other than the timid directions I gave her, we didn’t talk much during the whole shoot, but. Since it was almost 11AM, I decided to call Lois on the phone. I gave her the emergency phone numbers and asked her to have a search for home address using their numbers. I didn’t plan to bother her with a criminal records search, since a man with a felony couldn’t own a bar, but I decided to let Lois do her thing.“Lois?” I said to the voice that answered her work phone.“No, It’s Deputy Purcell,” The voice answered.“Is Lois around?” I asked.“No, she went home. She has to get ready for her. The trunk and neck weren’t too bad. Once he had removed the flesh from them he added them to the boil up pot. The head proved to be a lot harder so he decided to just bust it into pieces and add the pieces to the water heater. After a day of butchering he was ready for an old fashioned boil. Using rocks from the channel bank, he built a support for the water heater so that it was a bit off the ground. Next he built a fire from drift wood he gathered from the beach. When needed, he added enough. The left leg was next. She thenpulled the girdle all the way up high on Tim's waist then pulled thestraps on each side. The white silk laces zipped and whirred throughthe stainless steel eyelets at the back of the sturdy white paneledgirdle, another zipping pull and Tim's waist and hips started taking ona more feminine shape. Another stiff pull and Madge quickly hooked thestraps down holding the lacings tight. The nylon stockings now tightlygartered high on his thighs, the filmy grey.