Her flesh wasn't so much roasted as severely singed. But Edith's demise and that of everyone else in the Lancaster town centre happened when seconds l...ter she was caught in a maelstrom of tumbling buildings and other unexpectedly mobile street furniture from which she couldn't possibly flee as the winds rushed inwards towards the source of the explosion and flung her repeatedly and mercilessly against whatever hard object there was until, like Odile, there was no life remaining in a body that. And I need to use the ladies room."I got a funny look on my face, " What's wrong John." Emma ask."I could use the men's room but..." My hands, how could I?Emma's face got a pink glow, " Oh my... What are we going to do?" I guess I can wait until we get to my place." You sure, John? We can figure something out," Emma's face got more pink, as she talked, " follow me, I think the 'can' is 'round back."The restroom was around the back of the old bus station. As we stood there, little Emma's mind. I will hover over a plastic kiddies pool and my labia will be pulled back so my gigantic hole is open and exposed. All the guys will be invited to use my big loose sloppy hole as their toilet, when they are done I will lowered into the pool and will sit in their pee and will pour cups of their pee all over myself starting with the top of my head. I should expect a lot of the guys to jack off over me while sitting in the pool and I was to smear there cum all over myself and push some up inside. "Dawn!" he cried. "Don't be dead! Please! Don't be dead!"After a half hour of breathing and pumping her, there was still no reaction. How long had she been dead underneath him? Maybe for hours.He sat there on the side of the bed and wailed. Tears poured down his face."I shouldn't have mixed so many different tortures together all at once," he sobbed.He sat for a long time, pondering what to do.Then he removed the skewers and all the pins and needles from her. He pulled the threads out from her.