His smooth brow furrowed ever soslightly. "Could you go into more detail?" Well," she brushed back her long blond hair from beside her face. "Imean,...once his pecker was reduced from six inches to two, and we'retalking about when it's hard, I certainly didn't want to have stick-it-in sex..." You mean penetrative intercourse." Okay. Whatever. But I didn't want that pee-wee version of a cockinside me. So all of a sudden he wasn't getting his twice a week funsessions. And since he couldn't. He was going to be cremated swiftly, but one night she managed to get the man's body out of the morgue and back home fast.Her main task was the preservation of his young body without losing the required functions and she'd already read up on a process that would ensure maximum preservation. She wanted as much of the man intact as possible. Her own understanding of male anatomy helped her construct a system that would make the man functional, with the assistance of pressurised fluids in exact. Then he bent his knees and propelled them up from the lake bed. They’re laughter echoed over the swamp and caused the insects to cease their chatter if only for a moment. ‘Are we really to die here?’ she asked him, feeling strangely at peace. ‘No,’ he replied. She got an idea and her eyes brightened. ‘The lake will protect us.’ He smiled. ‘It’s time I tell you a story. Come here, I feel as strong as an ox. I will swim for the both of us. Put your legs around me.’ She swam to him and did as. Frank Stammers was a staff officer to a Major General so usually only worked 9 till 5 Monday to Friday so got ratherbfriendly with Joe and I as he adored my British accent. At first he said he was my big brother and promised to look after me for joe while Joe worked at night.Frank was a true gentleman to begin with, but often brought a six pack of Coors beer in which I got a taste for and made a change from my Bloody Marys and we often flirted outrageously. One evening we ended up kissing hotly.