My body is onfire. I need release.I rifle through the things in the fridge, hoping to find a substitute.The nearest thing I come to is half a cucumber... still in its translucentwrapping, though it seems a bit big. Out of desperation though, I tryit.I start by taking out a pot of Vaseline, coating the cucumber in itsentirety. Then, sitting it upright on the floor via its flat base, Islip off my panties. I lift up my dress slowly, squatting down on thecucumber. Its cold tip touches my anus,. One of the four I did know, Almna, she was very sweet. Almna had long flowing hair, round eyes and a pretty smile, she like all the other girls were young. Her caramel colored skin was smooth and soft to touch. She was sport a nice 32C breasts with small dark nipples. Now she was lying on the floor in a pool of her blood, she was hit once above her left breast and once on the side of her throat. Looking into her wide open eyes I suddenly became very aroused. I was surrounded by beautiful dead. Then he settled into the coziness of his big chair and i sat myself on the seat across the table. He passed me a file. Your last mission, he said with a grim look on his face. This mission was to Pakistan. I had to hack into a computer and get the list of all Pakistani terrorists operating in India. Some more danger for me was waiting in Pakistan. A man named rick Robinson, his fake name, was an underground operative of the terrorist group. As a cover up he ran a five star hotel. I had to use. For more than five hundred years people brought their dead to this place. This soil was blessed by decay. Why is it me sitting in the dark two nights in a row, freezing and thinking about all the nice things I could do instead — or the nice things that could be done to me? Oh, right: rookie… The gothic steeple belonged to the Eastern Cemetery Chapel, which was actually a small church. All around, the graveyard lay painted in monochrome contrasts by the hard moonlight (‘yes, full moon — good.