Having closed the door behind me I headed down the road, only to see the postman delivering around five doors along. I knew it would only be a minute ...r so before he arrived, so imagining her having to scramble around some for some clothes amused me somewhat. The thought then occurred that she may just think it was me returning and simply open the door as she was.That was when I felt a strange feeling; a mixture of jealousy and excitement at the thought that the postman may see her in her. It didn't help that I'd removed my shirt when I bathed her, so apart from my shorts and slippers, I was near naked too. I tried, I really did, to be chaste in my washing and drying of her but I know I spent more time than necessary on her pert breasts and genitals but I certainly didn't neglect her blisters either even though the gentlest of touches caused her further pain.During the time in the bathroom, our conversation was restricted to monosyllabic instructions and answers but before. We worked together and we ... killed him. His ashes were scattered somewhere. No one else knows where, but me ... and Jill.“We ... continued the fling for a little while, but neither of us could really look at each other the same. We had killed a man, justifiably or not, and seeing each other reminded each of us of that fact. It was just ... too painful. Too much guilt. Too much fear. We broke up, mutually and tearfully, with one last night of making love, mostly in the form of me eating her. The only thing was, that the entrance to this secret facility was embedded under several feet of freshly poured concrete. If whoever had been there had thought to do this then, the actual complex would be destroyed by now, and very little would be left to corroborate anything. They had found a small speck of blood on the floor of the entrance hall. This was being analysed at the moment but it could be from anyone or anything. What Jill couldn't believe was the speed in which this whole.