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The brochures from the court (which she had read during her “last” week as she privately called it) were explicit instructions for women (“There must be another set for men,” she thought.) who were under a death sentence. The information was blunt and to the point, it was mainly concerned with the condemned woman’s preparation for the “procedure” as they called it. No reference was made to an execution or hanging, just the “procedure.” The condemned petite were referred to as “patients.” Jessica was both upset and amused by the information. The brochure discussed recommended patient attire for the procedure—dressy but not too formal (no slacks, shorts or jeans were allowed) and strongly recommended taking care when they approached the procedure site, some women due to nervousness had tripped in their high heeled shoes and injured themselves. Jessica had grimly mused, “I certainly wouldn’t want to be ‘injured’ while I was being hanged. And I babe can’t be hanged in slacks, jeans, or shorts; they have a dress code for executions!” There were several paragraphs on sanitary precautions that the “patient” should take before the “procedure.” A second brochure explained the post-procedure activity (Jessica assumed that gym she would not need to concern herself with that). The post procedural activity included allowing the “patient” to remain on the apparatus for at least an hour to insure that the procedure was successful. “What an awful thing to do to someone,” thought Jessica, “I take this to mean that my body will hang on the gallows for an hour to make certain that I’m dead!” The next passage covered the removal of the patient to a amateur post-procedural care facility (the morgue, she assumed) for examination and washing of the patient. There was also a scheduled Coroner’s Inquest and Post-procedure quality review, which would begin promptly at 3:30 PM on the day of the procedure. Jessica was not particularly interested in the “post-procedure” activity for tits an obvious reason. She was mildly teen amused by the verbiage and horrified by the matter of fact discussion. She did read the next brochure with a sad interest. A third brochure described the return of the patient to the family and the options (including costs) for funeral services. Patients were encouraged to plan for their “final needs” another euphemism, with some care. The families would be comforted by this closure and the patient could attend the procedure with greater ease if she knew that all the final needs were planned. “Yes,” Jessica reflected wryly, “I will certainly be much happier when they hang me now that I know that my funeral is already planned. My God, is this some sort of bad joke?” The court brochure indicated that a public viewing of the patient was a final requirement of the “procedure.” “My God, they require a viewing,” Jessica had said to herself. This time it was Tina who whispered to me, tits “Just go along.” babe gym “Ewww! But her shyness prevented her. She was utterly naked now, her ebony amateur flesh coated in their cum. I blushed. “Time to go boys” I said and walked out of that pub leaving them all wondering if it was true, had I done ‘it’ I left the theater and retrieved my coat after changing in the changing room. She said that was good. Please no, not them. He can’t find anything on you to use. "Have you been teen like this all morning?" I don’t want to hurt you.” I can’t speak. “Physically nothing, they broke their word and like everything else they expect hollow apologies and unsympathies to matter when I was tired of losing the war,” my son is speaking but leaving out details. I think my stomach is so full I won’t need to eat breakfast. I had never sat in the back row before. The last thing I saw before consciousness left me, was those bulging eyes of petite hers, bloodshot and manic, the pupils constricted to dots. I nuzzled against her snatch. “But . . .” But then again I though did I have choice to accept or deny anything as I was watching the humiliation of my mother in law in front of me. If she couldn’t deny anything then how i would?