Some might call it a Frankenstein crease. Button black eyes stared at him. (Grandpa telling him when he was a boy, ‘After a person has had a head injury, when they heal, their hair usually grows in white in that spot.’) A knife ripped from his stomach to his throat, he tried to vomit up the coffee. No use. He could not breathe and his muscles began to spasm. He felt his back arch and saw the scintillating strands of glitter hung high above. All too suddenly, there were hands on his shoulders, waist, and feet lifting him. Blue eyes regarding him from the china doll familiar face. ‘You’re dying.’ calm voices ‘Just let go.’ The needles in his coat. They must not find them. Too late, his belly went cold. He was lifted out of the chair. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Hands carried him ceremoniously across the dance floor and levered him up a flight of stairs. Cold. The snow had stopped. They lay him on the roof of the club. He was frozen stiff in living rigor mortis with eyes to. When I came out into the living room I looked around, no Jess, so I just sat in the reclining chair. Then Jess came out - he had gotten dressed himself, but it wasn't an elf costume. He was wearing knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, a plaid skirt that was too short, a white blouse that buttoned down the front, and he had his hair in two pigtails. He had put on a little makeup, not much, but he - I mean she - looked like the Catholic high school girl. Jessie walked over and sat on my lap, then proceeded to give me a lap dance, all the while talking like a little kid. She wanted a Barbie and Ken for Christmas, so she could have them make out together... she wanted some sexy grownup clothes, she wanted a boyfriend, etc. I asked her if she had been naughty or nice this year. She then sat closer to me and whispered in my ear that she had been a bad girl, and was very good at it. She opened her blouse and I could see small but natural tits, as if she was on hormones or something. I started.
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