Your skull wascrushed in the accident. You won't recognize your own self in themirror now because your face has been altered." Is my face scarred?" Al... the lesions are on the top and back of your skull. Your face looksvery attractive, but you have bandages where your hair should be." Can I see myself?" I thought you might want that, so I have a mirror ready. Be preparedfor a shock though. You'll be looking at a stranger."A framed mirror was held up in front of my face for me to stare intoit. A. He lapped at her asshole, relishing the flavour, craving more, desperate to explore further. Adding more spittle, he inserted his tongue into her anus, feeling the sphincter give way as he f***ed his moist digit inside. He could feel her arms buckle under the weight of the desire that tore through her body, her face buried into the pillow. She screamed as he played with her asshole with his tongue, feeling sensations she’d never experienced before, bliss never known. In that moment, she did not. They all moved around like kabuki players with a sense of moving to a final destination. The Chinese workers squatted in the dust and ate their food with strange utensils and brought back memories of soldiers and civilians alike pausing to catch a bite to eat in the midst of chaos. I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of. ’ Much like carpe diem. ‘Seize the day.’ It’s my own twist or variation on that attitude, babe,” Dan grinned as he toyed with the outside of Crystal’s backdoor, “as for sluts ... I love ‘em! I love sluts, I love cucks, I love gays and lezzies ... I love ‘em all. Except pedos, abusers, rapists, and other assorted scum, of course. They can rot in Hell if there really is one. But I love sluts best of all. You make life so much enjoyable on our journey to the grave.”“Well, speaking for the skanks,.