Blind Date

by Vaughan

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This story is of an adult nature. Read at your own risk.
Unless you're old enough (18+) to enjoy that sort of thing.

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I don't get out much, so when a friend of mine said that a
friend of his had seen me about and wanted a date with me, I was
surprised, but excited. It took some arranging, but it finally
was organized for Halloween night. I was told to dress up smart
and meet Debra in Keith's Bar on the corner of Main Street at
seven o'clock.

The bar was quiet at that hour so when Debra entered, it could
be no-one else. She was tall and slender with a superbly
proportioned body. She wore a short black dress, that seemed to
show more than it concealed. She came straight to me and I
offered her a drink. She asked for a Bloody Mary. Once she had
drunk her drink, she looked at her watch and said she had to
leave, because she had been lumbered with chaperoning some
cousins and their friends trick-or-treating and she would have to
go now to get into costume. I looked disappointed and then she
said that, if I wanted to come too, they could drag up a costume
for me too. I jumped at the chance.

When we arrived at her apartment, she lead me up to her
bedroom, where her costume was laid out on the bed.

"Who are you going as?" I asked.

"Anne Boleyn, I not sure which wife of Henry the Eighth
of England she was, but she was beheaded," she replied.

"In that case why don't I go as an executioner?" I
suggested.

"That's brilliant! I can see I'm going to like you."
She opened her closet and started rummaging. In quick succession
she threw some black leggings and a black jumper at me. "Put
those on and I have a black sheet and a pillow case we can use to
make a cloak and hood. Oh yes and I have an executioner type axe
as well."

I looked round and asked where I should change. She had
already removed her dress and stood there in black bra and
panties. "You could go in the bathroom to change, if your
shy." I stood there not sure what to do as she unselfconsciously
tossed aside her bra and panties. "If your going to stay, could
you do me a favor." I nodded. "Could you behead me? It's so much
easier than beheading yourself. The axe is behind the door," she
said, bring out a block and lying her head on it.

To say I was surprised and unsure what to do next, would be a
masterpiece of understatement. I was in the same room as a naked
and pretty woman asking me to chop her head off. I was both
attracted and repelled by the idea. I looked behind the door and
found the axe, it was the classic thin 'L'-shaped blade on an
long wooden handle. I was even more worried.

Debra had positioned the block and her self and asked, "Are
you or aren't you? 'cause if you aren't I'm going to look an
idiot squatted here waiting."

I picked up the axe and found it hefted well and was well
balanced. "Are you absolutely sure you want me to do this?"
I asked, hoping the answer was 'No'.

"Yes, of course, I wouldn't have asked otherwise. Don't
worry, I was a magician's assistant for three years. I know what
I'm doing."

"But I don't," I pointed out.

"That's alright you don't need to know what your doing,
just aim straight and make the cut clean. I can't abide having to
finish the cut with a knife."

"Ok, if it's what you really want, here goes. One ... Two
... Three." I swung the axe with about as much force as I
could muster. The blade cleaved rapidly through Debra's neck and
bit into the block.

Debra reached over the axe-handle and placing a hand each side
of her head, lifted it off the block and stood up holding it just
above her severed neck.

"You go and change and come back and help me dress. It
takes me a while to get used to having a detached head each time."

I went into the bathroom and replaced my clothes with the
black leggings and jumper. When I returned to the bed room, Debra's
head was perched on the dressing table and her still naked body
was feeling it's way about. As I entered, I distracted Debra and
her body tripped and fell towards me. I instinctively caught and
supported her. It was not until I had the headless body upright
that I noticed that I had her breasts in my hands and she was
smiling. I wondered how longer I would be allowed to get away with
this situation, so in a mood of experimentation, I continued to
hold and then gentle massage the globes of her breasts. Debra's
smile broadened. I felt bolder so I let my right hand roam to a
lower station where there was a warm nook between her legs. Debra's
head continued to smile and a glazed look of pleasure grew as I
massaged her body's pubic mound and began to explore the creases
between her legs. I gradually guided the headless body to the bed
and sat it on the end of the bed. I began to push her body down
onto the bed, when suddenly she resisted. I jumped back for fear
I had caused some offence and would be stung on the cheek for it.

Debra's body made a motion that directed the face of her watch
at where her head would have been, if it had not been on the
dresser (I suppose some movements are habitual). "Sorry,"
she said apologetically, "but we don't have time for that. I
would under other circumstances, but we are due to take charge of
the trick-or-treaters in fifteen minutes."

With instructions from her head and the cooperation of her
body I dressed Debra in her costume and found the black satin
sheet and pillow-case to complete my makeshift executioner's
outfit.

When I was finished with scissors and safety pins, she said,
"Hand me my head, please!" which struck me as very
peculiar, especially as it was her head that said it.

She held her head above her neck, opened a drawer in the
dressing table with her free hand and pulled out a choker type
collar with a thin membrane inside. She placed the collar on her
severed stump of neck and then positioned her head in the top, so
that if you did not know it, you would not notice that her head
was not properly attached.

I enquired about the collar and she told me that she used it
when her head was detached so she could go about in public
without causing a stir and the membrane was to maintain the
separation, because once the severed surfaces touched they fused
back together. She looked at her watch and started bustling me to
the door. I hardly had time to pick up the axe on the way out.

During the short walk to the start point and on the circuit of
house visits we talked about this and that. The only
interruptions were calling to the troupe of six to thirteen year-olds
when they got a bit too noisy or strayed into the road, and ,of
course, escorting Debra up the path to each house visited with
her head tucked under her arm. We got many favorable comments on
the originality and excellent execution of our costumes. No-one
seemed to think it odd to see a woman with detached head
escorting a bunch of youngsters.

I learnt that Debra had not only been a magician's chief
assistant and knew how to work all the tricks, which she insisted
on calling effects, but she now owned most of his props because
she had inherited them when he died in tragic, but unspecified,
circumstances. She had a room where she kept most of the props
and there she did her business training other magicians'
assistants to the blade and vanishing cabinet. It turns out that
most magicians are too busy raking in the money available from
performing to audiences that they do not have the time available
to break-in new assistants. I was told most assistants that act
so calmly and unflinchingly, because they have done it a hundred
times before, but getting to that point takes more time than most
professional magicians can spare. If an assistant has not been
broken in she will scream the place down the first time she is
sawn in half, so Debra had her sound-proofed practice room where
she saws women in half until they are blasé enough
about been sawn that they can start acting in whatever manner
their magician dictates. These revelations quite excited me,
because the idea of someone sawing women in half for a living had
been a sort of fantasy of mine for ages, but I had always assumed
it would be a magician or a magicienne.

"I would quite like to have a look at your torture
chamber, some time," I commented.

"How about once we have delivered this rabble back to my
aunt?"

"I'm game. I hope there is somewhere soft to lie down,"
I responded.

"Of course there is. Didn't you know that being a victim
in an effect is not just lying there and letting it happen to you, it
requires lots of muscle control, which can be exhausting until it
comes as second nature. But I don't think we will be doing much
lying down, 'cause I thought you might like to play some special
games I've been planning for years, until the right man came
along. I think that man is you."

I looked at her to see how serious she was about what I think
she had just implied, but it is very difficult read the
expression on the face of someone with their head in the crook of
their elbow.

We endured trick-or-treating and thanked Debra's aunt for the
food she had insisted we eat after. Debra treated each of the
youngster in the throng to a sweet, small toy or large coin,
materialized from every imaginable part of the children's
anatomies and some I would rather forget. We walked the short way
to her business premises. She produced the key and let us in.

Once in she asked me to remove her collar and lifted up her
head to make this possible. When replaced her head the re-merging
of the previously severed flesh was just like a reverse film
might be, leaving her neck as blemish-free as it had been before.
I kissed every inch of her neck and could not detect with those
sensitive parts any evidence of the cut that I had made two and a
half hours before.

She opened the door into the practice room and told me she was
going to change out of her costume and prepare for the games she
had planned.

Being a fan of magic, I recognized most of equipment and also
noticed that most of the props had no door or other concealing
parts. Included among the stuff I saw was a buzz saw, and mismade
cabinet and frame that looked like a sword box without the box.

Debra entered in a satin bath robe. I said that I was
impressed by her collection of magical apparatus and asked,
"Why are all the doors and such missing?"

"Oh, I never thought of it that way, but I suppose it
seems like that. The point is that while I'm instructing an new
assistant I need to be able to see that she is being cut or
whatever in the correct way, otherwise I'm really going to hurt
her. And I don't want to injure any of my protégés,
partly because it does not make it any easier and partly 'cause I've
never worked out an excuse to the type of damage I would cause
that a doctor might accept that would not get my business closed
down. So, you see, I have to be very careful. Can you imagine the
trouble I would have if it became widely known that I saw women
into pieces in a sound proofed room for money?"

I took the hint and replied, "I see. I'll keep quiet
about the exact nature of your business." In an attempt to
change the mood, I asked, "You seem to be changed for these
games you mentioned, Do I need to change?"

"No, not yet." She move off to a narrow set of steep
steps. She then produced a sword which she flourished with great
skill. At the end of her flourish she flipped the sword end over
end, Caught it by the blade and presented me the hilt. I accepted
the sword and examined it. A better description would be a spike,
because the blade was round and had no edges. The handle was also
not quite as it seemed, it was cylindrical with a square hole
thru the middle and a smaller round one in one side. The sword
spike was four feet of solid metal tapering from an inch diameter
at the base to half an inch across at the tip. Debra beckoned me
over and indicated a hole in the top step, which was round with a
square peg in it, there was also a sprung pin in the hole. I
offered up the hilt of the sword to the hole, Debra nodded, so I
slid the handle into the socket and heard the snick of the sprung
pin located in the hole in the side of the handle.

Debra spoke. "Now you have to show me how skilled you are."
She leapt into my arms. Not being ready for this I nearly dropped
her. "You are going to try balancing me on the tip of the
sword."

"Am I?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied matter-of-factly. "You're
going to carry me up those steps, when you get to the top, I'll
go rigid to make easier for you to balance me with the small of
my back on the point. You will be careful, won't you?"

"If that's what you want, I do it."

"It's what I want. So lets get on with it, the longer we
take with the first game, the fewer games we are going to get in
tonight," she said.

I adjusted our balance and slowly climbed the steps. When I
was a step below the top step Debra went straight and rigid,
except for the warmth I could feel through her robe is was like
holding a mannequin. I lifted the stiffened Debra over the spike
and assessing how the balance was, I moved her a little and then
lowered her onto the spike. As I lowered my hands from under her
shoulders and knees, the shoulders seemed heavier than the knees
so I lifted her again and lowered her again having adjusted. I
had my hands free, when she said in a strained whisper, "Get
down and give my legs a push."

I quickly descended the stairs. When I had my feet back on the
floor, I pushed her knees and she began to rotate slowly about
the point of the spike. As she revolved on the tip of the spike
her satin bath-robe fell away from her shapely legs. She told me
to stand on the mark on the floor. I said that I was in position.
She said, "Ok, brace yourself!"

Before I was really certain what was happening Debra kicked
one her legs up and started to sink onto the spike. I could see
from the angle I was at that the spike was penetrating her robe
and into her back, After one slow revolution the tip of the spike
had made its appearance at the front of the satiny garment. I
thought at the time, "What fluke that it came out of that
small gap in her robe." I later discovered that this was
intentional. The next revolution she stopped revolving by the
simple method of places her ankles either side of my head and
locking her feet behind it. By this time she had eighteen inches
of steel spike protruding from her belly and she seemed to have
gone completely limp. Her blonde short cut hair did not quite
touch the top step and it felt as if her legs would swing a lot
lower if they were not resting on my shoulders.

I nearly panicked. "What should I do?" I asked the
world in general. I was at a complete loss as to what to do; It
is not a frequent occurrence in these days that someone impales
themself on a sword and I was totally unprepared. I was also a
bit disturbed by the answer to what I thought was a rhetorical question.

"Why don't you pull the sash on my robe?" asked
Debra, from her upside-down position.

"Your not dead?" I asked, not believing what I was
hearing.

"Of course not, you dope. This is just the most
comfortable position when impaled, and believe me I've tried them
all. So, pull the sash and see how it's done."

I reached forward past her hip and captured an end of the sash
that held the robe closed. Taking it in my fingers I gently
pulled, fearing that I might add further injury to Debra's
disastrous looking predicament. Shortly, the sash, which had
been tied in some sort of slip knot drifted to the floor,
allowing the shiny and slippery material of the bath-robe to fall
away from Debra's impaled body and collect at the base of the
spike draped over the edge of the top step. Still impaled, Debra
hung there as naked as she had been when I cut her head off. I
gawped and admired as much of her body as I could see from this
bizarre angle.

After about thirty seconds, Debra said, "Do I have to
make all the moves in this relationship?" I felt her legs
move on my shoulder as she used her feet to push my head into her
crotch, which was at exactly the right level that I could see and
smell her sexual excitement. Having been given this silent, but
obvious, invitation, I spent some time exploring the crevices and
folds of her cunt with lips, tongue and the tip of my nose. As I
nuzzled her sex she was breathing heavily and emitting sigh and
squeaks that I had to assume I was causing. I reached round her
hips past the globes of her buttocks and fondled her breasts,
which were a good deal tighter than the previous time, because of
the position in which she lay. Her vaginal juices flowed freely
and began to dribble from my chin. Suddenly, the sighing and
squealing became a scream of pleasure and she went rigid and flat,
instead of sagging. I can only hope I brought her to orgasm. Now
that she was stiff, did not seem to need my support so I ducked
my head from between her legs and stood by to receive further
directions from the skewered woman in front of me. I detected
that she was gradually rising up the spike and asked if she
needed any help.

"Once I'm off the spike, I'll need some help getting down,"
she replied.

I waited until she was, once more balanced on the spike before
treading the stairs and lifting her down. Once we were off the
steps I stood her on her feet and hugged her to me. Her breasts
pressed against me through the thin black jumper, reminded me
that she was naked and I found that exciting and my penis
straining inside the leggings was making this abundantly clear to
her.

Embarrassed, I asked if she wanted her robe back. She said no
and invited me to undress. I did not know what to do. My
conservative nature told me that I would be embarrassed for her
to see me with a hard-on. My practical side said that I was going
to end up naked with her at some point so why not now. She could
see my internal struggle and said that I should change, if I was
not going to strip off then and there. She directed me to a
dressing room where a set of baggy pants held up by rope were
already laid out. I had to add precognition to the list of
strange powers Debra seemed to have.

I returned to the practice room bare-chested and in baggy
pants. Debra was standing inside the open fronted mis-made
cabinet. As I approached, she closed and locked the doors of each
section.

"I think you recognize this effect. The blades are on the
trolley. Get to it!" invited Debra.

"Are you sure ...?" I began to ask, but was cut off.

"Are you sure? Are you sure?" She sneered. "Is
that all you can say. I'm sure. I would have thought that you
were bright enough to realize that you can't hurt me by doing
anything that I ask you to, especially when it comes to magic. So,
get on with it!"

Somewhat shaken by this verbal attack I acquiesced and brought
each blade individually from the trolley and inserted with the
necessary force between the sections of the cabinet. Soon each
section had two blades located in it, one at the top and one at
the bottom, except of course the bottom. I reached up to unstack
the top section when Sally spoke again, to tell me where to put
each section. I obediently placed the head section where
instructed, kissing her through the open face of the cube. As I
turned to remove the section containing those glorious breasts,
Debra called me back to turn the box round so that she could see
what I was doing. She said that she wanted to keep an eye on me,
in case I got any bright ideas that she did not want me to have.
The unstacking of the remainder of Debra's parts went without
incident. I licked her breasts as I moved then and fingered her
cunt, before moving that section. Her smile confirmed that she
was enjoying me playing with her divided parts.

I looked to her head for restacking instructions and received
them. I brought out a yellow-painted wooden stool about six
inches high and located her feet box on that. Her head in its box
was placed on that. The section containing her orbs of Venus I
was told to slot in in reverse where the bottom of the back of
the breast box located into the back of the top of the head box.
The box with her thighs was mounted facing me in a similar manner.

The result was curious. In a straight column were the stool,
her feet, her head, a gap held open be the back of the chest box
and her sex. The box containing her magnificent breasts hung on
the back of this column. Two doors in the side of this box swung
open and she told me to step up to the front of the box. The
result of the peculiar arrangement was that her crotch was once
again at face level, but her breasts were also easily accessible
through the side doors on that box. Invited only by the
presentation of these opportunities, I took full advantage. Soon
I felt a tugging at my waist and then the pants descended my legs.
I soon became clear that Debra had used her teeth to undo the
belt and was looking at my hardened penis. With exquisitely slow
but precise movement she drew my dick into her mouth. The next
few minutes were a blur of sexual feeling as I nuzzled and
tongued her vaginal opening and fondled her breasts and she
sucked my cock with delicate, teasing movements until I shot my
load.

I restacked the cabinet and pulled the blades and she let
herself out. She came over and kissed me, then she went off to
the changing room and returned less than a minute later wearing a
see-through dress and no underwear. The sheath dress reached only
to mid-thigh and concealed nothing.

She lead me to another cabinet that was more frame than
cabinet. She stepped in and locking herself in, first using large
clamps above her knees, but below her dress and then a thinner
collar about her neck.

I was beginning to feel like I was inflicting assorted tortures
on her and then taking advantage. "Don't you want to do some
magic on me?" I asked, mainly as a sop to my conscience.

"I'd love to, If that's what you want, but not tonight.
It takes four days of intensive training to prepare a fit woman
for her first real sawing and my experience is that men take
longer, which is why male assistants are so rare. If you really
want to, I would be delighted to accommodate you, but let's get
on with this before the mood goes. You can see the slots and the
blades are there," she said, pointing to a stack of four
blades. "One in the bottom slot and one in the top slot."

"What are the other two blades for?"

She smiled in a way that implied that she had a treat for me
and intended to keep it as a surprise. "That's for me to
know and you to find out," she said.

I returned her smile uneasily and picked up the first blade.
The lower slot was lined up with the tops of the leg clamps. As I
pushed the blade towards her lower thigh I wondered what the
sight of blade through flesh looked like. Now was my chance to
discover. There was a fleeting moment of resistance as the edge
of the blade made contact with her skin but then it continue to
glide smoothly through. It looked like pushing a blade through
clay. I also noticed that Debra had transferred her weight to her
other leg. When the blade touched the inside of her other thigh
she transferred her weight on the severed stump and the blade
became quite a bit harder to push. Eventually, the leading edge
of the blade emerged at the other end of the slot.

"Now for the neck blade. And watch what happens to my
body," she said.

Still a bit nervous I slowly pushed the neck blade into the
slot. There was the moment of resistance at first contact and a
gradual increase in force required as more of her head rested on
the blade and less on her neck. At the moment of severing, when
the blade finally emerged fully from her neck, her body vanished.
The space between the blades seemed empty. I was tempted to pull
the blade back out, but felt Debra would not like that. I
completed the insertion.

"So, what do you think?" she asked.

I replied, "That wasn't what I was expecting, not that I
know what I was expecting. But what's the point, some of your
best features have disappeared?"

"How do you know they've disappeared?"

"Well, I can't see them," I stated.

"Didn't you think, that they might just be invisible?"
asked Debra's disembodied head.

"No." I tentatively put my hand in the gap between
neck and knee. I soon discovered that the interior of the cabinet
frame contained nothing but air. I even climbed through the hole
in Debra to be absolutely sure.

"So what is the point?" I asked again.

"You'll find out in good time, so let's get on with it.
There are a couple of fold up shelves on the sides of the cabinet,
fold them up."

The shelves she was talking about were hinged just below the
lower blade and when swung up stopped that blade from being
remove. Each shelf was held up by a pair of hinged brackets. I
made short work of erecting the shelves. The next thing I was
asked to do was put a frame on one of the shelves and push it
into the cabinet. The newly introduced frame was the edges of
rectangular box that when pushed into the cabinet from the side
slid along the bottom blade and fitted neatly into the cabinet.

"Now, you get to use the other blades, slot them into the
bottom and the top of the inner frame," she instructed. I
was about to shove the blades in from the same side as the other
blades, when she told me that they should be inserted from the
other side. I went round and pressed the blades into the inner
frame.

"Watch this!" Gradually, between the two blades, her
dress became visible, but her body did not appear. "What do
you think?" she asked.

"Umm... Your dress is there, but your body hasn't come
back. How do you keep the dress in shape?"

"The short answer is magic, but to find out the long
answer have a feel."

I leant in the side of the cabinet and ran my hand down the
curves of the dress and she giggled. I prodded the bust of the
dress with a finger and she let out a squeak. I could feel a body-like
resilience under the dress, then I felt an arm across my chest,
which I grabbed, but there was nothing to be seen. I felt my way
up the invisible arm which lead to the shoulder of the dress.
Feeling emboldened, I slid my hand inside the scooped neckline of
her dress and kissed the invisible base of her neck. After a few
moments I was thumped on the shoulder by an unseen hand and Debra's
head said, "Don't be all day down there, we've got more to
do."

I extracted myself from the cabinet and stand face-to-face
with her, said, "I'm game if you are. So, Debra, What's next?"

"Ok, that's better. Pull the inner frame out onto the
shelf."

I took hold of the frame and an unseen hand took hold of my
wrist. I began to pull. As the inner frame began to leave the
inside of the outer frame, the contents of the frame became
visible. First Debra's hand on my wrist, then her arm to the
elbow and then to the shoulder, gradually the portion of her body
that left the gap between her head and feet became visible. I
stopped for a moment when the frame containing Debra's torso was
half way out, to admire the half that was visible and wonder at
the invisible half outlined by her dress. I finished pulling the
frame containing most her body.

"Now, take my body out of the frame," she said,
moving it forward on the stumps of her thighs.

I reached round her and placed a hand under each buttock,
while she put her arms round my neck. With a little effort I had
Debra's torso out of the frame. I looked over her severed neck,
which seemed to be covered in skin, at her head standing on the
cabinet. She said, "You asked about somewhere soft to lie
down. Well behind you there is a mattress so let's lie down
together, if you know what I mean."

With her groin riding against my hardening cock and her
breasts pressed against my bare chest, I knew what she meant and
was happy to oblige. The mattress was a thick mat like you find
in gymnasiums. I laid her on the mattress. Without her legs to
get in the way the physical act of sex was easier, but the lack
of a head to kiss and whisper rudely to meant it took me longer
to reach my climax. Judging by the screams and shrieks emitted by
her head which watched the entire proceeding and the shudders and
bouts of rigidness in her body, she climaxed at least twice. Once
I had finished, I rolled off of her torso and sat up to admire
her form, still sheathed in that see-through dress. With a little
difficulty she sat up and reach across to draw me into kissing
the skin covering the stump of her neck. This skin was as smooth
and unblemished as the rest of her skin.

After a while, Debra's head asked me to reassemble her by
reversing the procedure. So I lifted her torso back to the
sliding frame and slid it back into the main frame. As I pushing
the torso frame back in, the parts inside reverted to being
invisible, which gave me an idea. Once the inner frame was back
in place, I reached in to the cabinet to remove Debra's invisible
dress-sheathed body.

She resisted and asked what I was doing.

"I'm making a move. You were complaining earlier that you
were making all the moves so I thought I would make one of my own.
I've never had sex with an invisible woman so, unless you really
object, I thought I might try it." I felt her relax in my
grasp, so I carefully extracted the invisible torso through the
front of the frame, half expecting it to become visible as it
left the box. I dress remained shapely but apparently empty. I
carried her back to the mattress and gently laid her down. I lay
beside her and together we turned toward each other. Debra's
hands moved down my body and gentle guide my penis to her unseen
cunt. We performed the act in such an orientation that Debra
could see what was going on inside her through her transparent
back, as well as feel it. After a slow and cautious build up we
climaxed together.

We soon recovered from the joint ecstasy. I replaced her
unseen torso in the frame and removed the inner blades, which
caused the dress to fade from view. After a quick wave in the gap
to check that her body had vanished properly, I removed and
discarded the inner frame. Pulling out the neck blade caused her
to reappear and once the leg blade was out, she undid the
shackles and stepped from the cabinet frame tireder, but
otherwise unharmed.

"That was great." she said. I agreed.

I asked if she had any more games planned.

"Well, I have some ideas, but its late and I for one have
work tomorrow," she said. "I would love to get you
trained, so that I can do things to you or just have you about to
do things to me."

I jumped at the change to continue being around this extra-ordinary
woman and immediately arrange to begin training the following
evening and get the intensive course as soon as I could get some
leave from my job.

We went to the dressing room and changed into jeans and T-shirts
she had about. I walked her to her door where she gave me back
the clothes I had started the evening in. She said she was
looking forward inventing new games and they would get more
exciting as I became trained.

I slowly walked home I was shaking slightly; partly from the
cold, partly from the sexual excursions of that night, partly from
the prospect of maintaining a relationship with such an unusual
woman, but mainly from the thought that in perhaps a few weeks
she would have taught me the art of being sawn in half.

The End