She had an eight o’clock class and should head to bed, but she knew she would instead traverse the campus to meet her friend. Although if he needed ...er to proof-read the paper that was due on Monday, it would have been far easier for him to simply email it. She hoped that she was not being called upon once again to play confidant about the latest blonde bimbo in his life. Why did he always ask her what she thought of them anyway? It was not like she could actually tell the truth, ‘She is. This is all very hard for me,” said Alison with disarming honesty as she gently licked her friend’s lips. “All this ‘love’ shit has fucked with everything I ever thought I knew.”“I know, Alison – and I have spent my entire life torn between the life of pleasure my parents sacrificed so much to give me, and the fact that they gave up so much pleasure for my sake…”“Do you mean you think they loved you?” asked Alison, painfully. “I mean, do you think my parents love me? Is that why they gave up so. “Yes please.”“Right, I’ll just put my apron on.” And she disappeared into the bedroom.I mixed myself a drink in the kitchen and nearly had a heart attack when I turned round to find her smiling at me wearing only her apron. Her naked breasts peeped out over the tiny bib and her tiny blue panties barely covered her luscious bum as she turned around to show me.“I don’t want to get my school uniform wet.” she explained with that cheeky grin again.“Good idea Candy.” I croaked.She giggled again and. Well, most of Rose tumbled to the ground. She no longer had to worry about birthing an unwanted clone.Valiant as it was, it had proved to be a useless effort. The orifice had grown far too small. It had nipped her neck as cleanly as a child nips a berry from a bush with her fingertips. Rose had left her head behind when her decapitated corpse was pulled free.Rose knew a final terror. She felt a painful crack as vertebra were crushed, and a brief sensation of tearing when her spine was pulled.