“Is the front door locked?” I asked.“Of course,” I she replied. “I’m not stupid.”I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. I unfastened my tro...sers and allowed them to drop to the floor. I sat back in the chair and pulled off my shoes and then my trousers. There was no hiding of the obvious excitement that had formed in my underwear.Rita unbuttoned her button-down shirt, biting down on her lip as she did so. I didn’t see her biting as nervousness, but anticipation. She slipped out of her shirt and. Blonde hair brushed to a sheen, framing a face washed clean of makeup and looking eternally young. Melanie Jorgensen. The girl next door of the dating site advert. Barely recognizable as Atlanta Starr, this girl was wholesome and fresh, the kind you’d be delighted to take home to meet your Mom and her friends.The kind of ... wholesome ... girl that your Mom would welcome with open arms and open heart.I quickly suppressed that thought; Mel and I had some pretty fundamental decisions to make. A few minutes before we all left for work, young Kylie dragged herselfinto the kitchen, she was most definitely not a morning person, Amy andI told her to help herself to anything she needed also that someone wascoming round shortly to show her how to work the alarm system, she wasquite happy about this and broached the subject of paying her way.Amy jumped in telling her that for this week she was our guest, if shedecided to stay with us we would sort something out later, she was aboutto argue. As he opened the lid, he immediately noticed that his girlfriend was being buried barefoot, her toe tags still on her feet, pressed between her toes and the silk lining of the foot of the casket. More peculiar though was that a strange black bag had been placed near her right ankle. A closer look on it though made him certain he didn’t want to open it. It was her viscera bag (though he didn’t know the proper term for it), and written on it was that it contained “various organs removed during.