I had fallen off the chair, crumpled in the corner in a pool of my own piss and excrement. He reached out and with a gloved hand touched her erect nipples, and I felt the first stirrings of the ghost. I took my position on a chair in the corner and absorbed the surroundings. That’s how He found us. My tongue, swollen and purple from her strangulation protruded from between crimson lips. I shuddered, the pain receding. Alas, she/I was dead, and beyond sensual movement, but not beyond sensuousness. Trembling and thrashing, as my body tried desperately to find air–to live. His weight was on us, hands groping my breasts and thighs–pushing them apart and forcing his fingers inside her. I shuddered, the pain receding. My mind shattered by the orgasm I could only lay limply as he gathered me in his arms and gently entered me. My mind shattered by the orgasm I could only lay limply as he gathered me in his arms and gently entered me. Deeper and deeper he penetrated as he came,
