Turtle tuck sat in silence at his desk, tears dripping down his wrinkled skin onto the paper Ming ming had written before death. A rush of anger hit him, and he rised up from his chair and crumbled up the paper and tossed it in the trash. He stomped towards his wardrobe, pushed aside the clothes hangers, and opened the secret passage way, to reveal the love of his once life, laying in a glass case on top of a satin mattress. There was Ming Ming, laying with arms crossed over her chest, eyes closed. Turtle delicately picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and moved her cold, lifeless, bony fingers around his neck, rocking back and forth as if she was a baby. He finally set her down onto the bed, walked around the bed and sat down beside her. He slowly sat on top of her, and wrapped his arms around her body and leaned forward. He crashed lips with her, and struggled to find her tongue. Once he reached inside her mouth with his tongue, he licked around her cold, dry tongue, trying to keep it moist. Once he was done with her mouth, he picked up his hand and put his finger around the lace of her shirt collar, gripped it with the fingers, and pulled down to revea...More |