M baat smjha ni toh wo thodi naughty smile deke mere sath baith gyi. Batein kerne lage toh she asked ye suits mujhpe kaisalag ra h toh m thoda shock h...a but fir I said aap bht cute lag re ho toh wo khud bolti bs cute sexy ni lag ri toh mene man m kahan haan meri jaan raat ki raani lag ri and unke bol diya bht sexy lag ri toh she asked meko v morden dress try kerni chahiye na I said haan.Toh wo kush hui aur kehti wait kero m ek dress laai hun pehn k dikhati hun toh m fir soch m pad gya ki ye. “What’ll I do with them?” he asked. “You can shove ’em up your ass – or better yet, shove ’em up this lady’s cunt.” Weasel stared uncomprehendingly. The surfer sighed. “Clean her up, Weasel.” “Oh – yeah.”Weasel parted Vicky’s legs and swabbed her out. How considerate, Vicky was thinking. They are also getting rid of DNA evidence. But they left their saliva in my mouth. The surfer handed her the Coke can. “Rinse,” he ordered, like a dental hygienist. Vicky rinsed – thoroughly, under the surfer’s. The stupid articles he had read on the topic completely by accident told all kinds of horrendous stories. People in coma seemed trapped in a nightmare, not able to move, or speak, or do anything. Just watch their dear ones debating whether they should pull the plug or not.Well, he wasn’t here for that.“Hey, Alex,” he spoke again.What if Alex wasn’t inside him? What if he was just trying to speak to an empty shell? He watched the screen on which the vitals beeped softly. The thought was rushing. I remember how it all started that day she chatted me up when I was serving her on the till at Sainsbury’s. I had realised her repeated visits and being checked out at my till were not just a coincidence, when there were about a dozen other cashiers to choose from. I knew it was her next in the queue even before seeing her because of her excusive perfume which gave me wonderful sensual feelings. That week I had seen her at least five times, like she was coming in every day I was there,.