I let one hand drift down her belly. I continued for several minutes, but she remained still and lifeless. Her cheeks and throat puffed out slightly each time I thrust in farther and the combination of ecstasy and pain was more than I could bear. One would find quite a treasure this morning. As I looked down on her, my frustration and sadness began to be replaced by another emotion. Her dark, neatly-timmed pussy hair framed her lifeless vagina. It was much the sadder because she was so young and pretty, even in death. It was a flash of pink and white, and I thought I saw a pale slender arm wave frantically above the surf. One morning, along a deserted stretch of beach, a movement caught my eye in the water about 50 yards out. I turned her over on her stomach and pushed down hard between her delicate shoulder blades. When my feet touched the sandy bottom, I lifted her by her armpits and dragged her limp body up on to the dry sand, laying
