Forty-five

Clothing must be removed first, I'm imagining taking of his expensive clothes. Slowly peeling off his tight leather pants. The expanse of creamy pale legs of his goes a long mile. Bathing him with germicidal soap, hands gliding on his smooth cold skin. I have explored his body, and I get to do it again, searching every crook and cranny of his body.

A blush suddenly creeped up my cheeks, the unexpected remembrance of our night together surfaced in my mind.

Shaking the thought out, Aldo seemed engrossed in his own story telling as well.

I will have to flex Platinum's body, might stitch his lips a little. I would have wanted him to open his eyes because his eyes shine so beautifully even lifeless.

Then the dead juice comes in.