Song of my soul, my voice is dead,Die thou, unsung, as tears unshedShall dry and die inLost Carcosa.Maria stole a glance at Kristina as she sang joyou...ly. In her mind’s eye she saw her as she was before the hair was grown out and bleached, before the skin was inked and pierced, singing in convent chapels like this one in the expectation of eternal life. Now she could expect only death - death for the gratification of cannibal necrophiles – yet her eyes blazed with a sacred ecstasy. At Dmitri’s. If it weren't for yourshort hair you'd look gorgeous. You always had legs to die forand now you even have the curves. If you had a nice wig, I mean,oh my God. I mean, I need to be going or I'll be late for work.I guess you aren't going to drive me Gary. I'll call a Taxithen."Mistress Andrea made a step forward, took the hand of ourturning neighbor. "Wait Anne, just a moment. Greta here, that'sher new name, will drive you. She has promised it to you, soshe'll do it. Besides, she'll really wants. She was not wearing any makeup as we had decided to just have a lazy Saturday. I had just gotten out of the shower, freshly shaven I threw on some lounge pants and a comfy t-shirt and was set to go downstairs to watch some college football. But when I saw her lying there, I just stopped and stared at her. She was just perfect. She wears unbelievable lingerie, sexy teddy’s, and God knows how stunning she is when she is completely naked. But as I was walking by her, something was different. I was. . She was a little surprised. It wasn’t really the first color and pattern that she’d have gone for, but that was what she had on. She hadn’t worn a bikini in so long. As she remembered it fully awake now and hours later, she had to really try to figure out just how long it had been. In the dream, there was just the sound of the ocean breeze past her ears and the slow rhythm of the incoming waves, and every so often, she could hear the call of gulls out to sea, and birds from the jungle behind.