"Damn, he's heavier than I thought," Dylan laid the body on the stone table, covered its privates with a cotton cloth, and toweled it dry. He wanted to scream and strike out at the cause of these deaths but the reason lay protected, passed out drunk in the back of a jeep, guarded by his henchmen.
"My Daddy used to say moving a corpse is like moving a futon after its
been left out in the rain. Drunks, drowning victims, and heart attacks
are easy if you avoid the piss, anal seepage, and spew," Tucker said.
Nothing seemed to bother Tucker's happy-go-lucky outlook on life, not
even death. He'd done the dirty work of washing blood and bodily fluids
from the bodies and stitching the stab wounds to hide the atrocities.
"Hardly a joking matter, Tucker. Alejandro's got us all in deep this
time." Dylan turned away, unable to face his friend, and feeling sick at
He'd known this youth, a bright boy, eager, and quick to
learn, who hoped to be the first to go to college from his village. He
didn't want to be dressing his corpse in the vain and futile hope of not
As Dylan turned to start rinsing down the sink, he heard talking and approaching footsteps.
'"...and as you'll see, the refitted kitchen is accentuated by a natural granite i-- Whaaaaaah?!!"
And that was pretty much it for HGTV's Property Virgins Live.
Opening: Dave F......Continuation: Anon.