HistoryDuck
09-19-2009, 11:26 PM
She rolled off him, her lust only slightly deminished. But the hours had slipped away and time was always her enemy. The blood had dried on their chest; his eyes had turned glassy. She wondered if a freezer would slow the process, but she had moved here because she hated the cold weather of the northwest. Anglelust was a wonderful thing. It was too bad that bodies tended to rot quicker in the island humidity and heat.