He held out his hands for Martin to examine and said, “In a few weeks, you won’t recognize these as hands.”“Shit, man. That ain’t normal,”...remarked Martin as he looked over the hands. A number of the boys standing around nodded their agreement.“I know,” replied Jerry. The physical work had pushed the rage well into the background, but turned his body into something just as monstrous.At the end of the afternoon, both cars had been stripped to where the only thing remaining in the engine. We reach my room I am starting to feel upset, you have not said anything, but just give me small talk, over and over I say to myself this was such a huge mistake after all, you have always accused me of being insecure, or creating drama where there is none, but you have always handled my insecurities well, but not now… I insert my key into the door and turn to say ''thank you'' turning back to enter the room you start to speak saying ''I'll pick you up in two hours for dinner'' ''no'' I reply. “Tell me the worst.”“You are required to assist in a boxing,” he said, and then pushed a copy of the London Times across the desk to me.“Open the paper at page six, and read the article half way down the page.”I looked as directed. Printed beneath an illustration of a grave/mausoleum was the title ‘The Grave of Lord Castlereagh’ and a paragraph describing the memorial, and the sum of money reputed to have cost.The writer continued.‘Our readers may be interested in Lord Byron’s appreciation of. She dutifully swallowed all my cum.After that, it was the usual cleaning and dressing up of her body. I deliberately left her hanging marks partially visible as I felt It gave her appearance a sense of finality, that she will never again wake up, smile or make love. Her family wanted her to be buried in a violet sleeveless top and pants which gave her a decent, innocent look. No one knew how wild and horny she was on the slab except me.A BAD IDEAKnocked out at your houseThrottled and your body.