Bad Day at the Office

Posted by blue.beard on August 08, 20011 at 21:57:30:

Here is the other Megan Kelly story from Rusnecro.
This time the execution is by injection.

Part 1
Introduction

The world economy was in a state of change; banks, brokerage firms, accounting firms, and legal corporations were all looking for new enterprises by which they might expand profitability. The investment management firm of Winecraft, Goble, & Chang had a financial footprint that reached across the globe. The firm was one of several global business enterprises that managed, owned, or secretly controlled large segments of the world’s economy.

The firm made agreements with numerous governments and foreign companies which frequently involved questionable ethics if not outright illegal actions. Many of these client organizations engaged in shady business practices that included exploitation of convict labor, child labor, money laundering, and government payoffs.
It was the firm’s practice to utilize talented and uncontaminated employees to manage funds transfer and financial reporting. The deeper layers of the accounts were filled with clues as to the illicit nature of the transactions. Occasionally, a truly talented staff member would be able to penetrate the layers and see a pattern. This individual quickly became a security risk.

The client firms paid Winecraft, Goble, & Chang well for security and absolute secrecy. Accordingly, Winecraft, Goble, & Chang had a policy to vigorously protect client companies from the most remote possibility of “whistleblowers.” Ten years earlier, a world financial summit had established the Business Security and Privacy Act. This was an international business agreement that permitted companies to exercise numerous means and methods to protect their proprietary information and operational security.

Security in action
Rebecca Chandler had come into work early because she had a number of deadlines to meet before the end of the day. She logged on and started working on marketing and budgeting reports. Rebecca was twenty-eight. She had worked for Winecraft, Goble, & Chang for six years, beginning with her graduation from college. Rebecca enjoyed her work and was well compensated due to the specialized nature of the information she handled. She was a very attractive, outgoing person, well liked by friends and colleagues. Rebecca was single but she had been seeing someone, David, an attorney from the firm’s legal department. The couple was not quite engaged but did share a close relationship. They had met shortly before Rebecca’s promotion to her present position. Rebecca suspected that David had recommended her for her present position.

Rebecca was five feet three inches tall and a slender 125 pounds, with blue eyes and just above shoulder length light brown hair. She had a petite frame and was considered to be one of the few wholesome beauties in the company. Today, Rebecca looked her professional best for a series of customer meetings scheduled for later this afternoon. She wore a dark business suit with a tight, short skirt. Under her tailored jacket, she wore white nylon blouse with a ruffled neck. Her dark stockings set off her shapely legs and she looked very good in her mid heel black pumps.

Recently, Rebecca had come upon some strange transactions in her customer files. She began to investigate and, just the day before, mentioned her concerns to her supervisor. At 9:30, Rebecca was called to her supervisor’s office. When she entered the office, Marilyn Blanchard, her supervisor, introduced Rebecca to a man, Ron Jenson, from the firm’s Human Resources organization.

"Rebecca, I believe that you know Mr. Jenson, our Human Resources representative," the office manager stated. With a grim face, Marilyn said, "Rebecca, I have some bad news, we did some internal investigation on the Sun City transactions that you mentioned. I am sorry to have to inform you that the Sun City CEO feels that this problem was brought about either by your negligence or your collusion with one of their internal auditors.”

Rebecca was stunned, “What are you saying, do you think that I had something to do with criminal activities?”

Marilyn looked at Rebecca with a cold stare, “I believe that there is a major problem in the way you handle your responsibilities. Your position in this office is terminated effective immediately. Mr. Jenson will handle your case from this point forward. I'm very sorry for you Rebecca. You have seriously disappointed us.”

Rebecca was quite shocked and began to plead her case. "I've been with the firm for six years and I do excellent work! I have seniority and have always received outstanding performance reviews. Surely there must be a mistake here. Can't I be reassigned to another position? Can't I move to headquarters and clear my name?"

Marilyn responded in a cool, studied tone, "Unfortunately, this is not possible now. Rebecca you know the customer requirements regarding security; the customer believes that you have violated their security and has demanded that we take the appropriate action. You seem to have become a liability in the minds of our customers.”

Rebecca’s heart began to race as she grew pale and unable to speak. She knew what was coming next. "Rebecca, you agreed to be treated as a high risk employee when you were promoted”, Marilyn said in a coldly rehearsed tone. She continued, “When the termination of a high risk employee, such as yourself occurs, the company is required to treat you in ways that protect proprietary information. I'm sorry to say that the firm legally bound to protect customers from the possibly criminal activities of our own staff. As I said, your termination is effective immediately and you will be debriefed at the end of business today. I'm also required to inform you that the firm will be handing this case over to law enforcement. Mr. Jenson will be required to hold you in a secure area until the police arrive to take you into custody."

Rebecca’s mouth was dry with shock and she tried to swallow but couldn't. She had heard rumors about what the special debriefing involved, she was terrified of what might be coming. She finally stammered out, "Please, I know that I can prove my innocence if I were allowed to transfer to a less sensitive role. Surely there must be something..."

"I'm sorry, but there is not, your job termination is effective immediately and I’m sorry to say that your arrest will follow shortly." Marilyn said as she stood up and moved quickly toward the door.

She left the room and Mr. Jenson spoke as he closed the door behind Marilyn. "I'm sorry about your job termination and will try to make things as easy for you as possible. My orders are to carry out your security debriefing by the end of business today. We have already notified law enforcement. Between now and then, you may wish to speak with your family or friends, unfortunately due to the nature of our security, you may not have outside contact until the debriefing is completed and you are off of our premises. Of course, you cannot leave the building and I will have to escort you to a secure room down on the ground floor level. Please come with me," said Mr. Jenson, standing and gesturing toward the door. Rebecca stood slowly, as if in a trance, and mentioned returning to her office to retrieve her purse and personal things.

“That will not be possible”, Jenson said, “We’ll look after your things.”

Rebecca bowed her head and moved slowly, proceeded out the door and down the hall. Two large security guards were waiting to accompany them. As they walked, Rebecca saw the business as usual world around her. She felt as if this was all a dream and she’d soon awake. But when they reached the ground floor, Mr. Jenson steered her to a set of secure doors and once inside they walked down a passageway to a set of rooms she had never seen. Mr. Jenson placed her in one of the holding rooms.

The firm employed an inordinately large internal security force for a company that specialized in accounting and banking. The room to which Rebecca had been taken was in the security block, a place where normal employees never went. This part of the organization was geared toward observation and control.

Rebecca had been informed of her job termination and her upcoming “debriefing.” Debriefing was a euphemism for a much more sinister activity. The firm’s customers insisted on absolute security since many of their activities were well over the legal line. Staff members such as Rebecca were brought in for projects that might run for two, three or more years. When staff accountants were relieved, they had to be completely silenced. Though she didn’t yet know it, Rebecca was to be executed by the company, there was no trial and no appeal; there wasn’t even a real crime. When she discovered the suspect transactions Rebecca had signed her own death warrant. She had become a business liability and such things were to be eliminated. In a few weeks, Rebecca would be replaced by a new recruit and the cycle would continue.

Rebecca was offered a chair at a table and Mr. Jenson spoke to her, “I have a few items to review with you”, he began. “We have notified David; he is in a meeting and will come to see you later this afternoon. He will need to meet with us to discuss your legal situation. Also, the firm assessing you for your discharge expenses. David will discuss this with you later today. “Your debriefing is scheduled for 6:30 pm tonight.” Rebecca began to feel her panic rising. “Please try to stay calm; there is nothing to be gained by staging a scene. We have some herbal teas that will sooth you." With that, the Jenson closed the door.

For at least a half hour, Rebecca sat in absolute shock. She thought over the last few moments. The company wanted to minimize physical trauma to the employee—what about mental trauma? She began to feel a sick fluttering in her stomach. She tried to call David but could not reach him. Her extended family consisted of her parents, two sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins. She tried to call some relatives just to talk but she was not permitted to contact anyone. As she sipped on the herbal tea, Rebecca began to feel relaxed at first then sleepy. Tea did seem to have a calming effect.

The rest of the day flew by. David was late as usual, arriving around 3:00. He spent an hour with Rebecca, consoling her. David was well aware the true meaning of the term “debriefing”. He was aware that Rebecca was going to be killed by the company and he was going to be well compensated for her loss. Rebecca still had no idea about what was really going to happen. As he sat with Rebecca, he noticed that she was unfocused, almost as if she had been sedated (which of course she had been). David talked of proving her innocence. Due to her tea induced stupor, Rebecca did not notice that David’s concern for her was quite unconvincing.

"I have to get busy recruiting that little blond intern to fill a job opening," he thought to himself. He would make that phone call later tonight. David said goodbye around 4:30, leaving Rebecca to sit and wait alone. She was deeply troubled by David’s reaction but could not articulate her feelings. She felt as if she needed a nap.
Rebecca had heard rumors of these occasional debriefings but had never actually known anyone who had been terminated from secure projects. Dinner was brought to her, but her appetite had disappeared long ago. At 5:45, Mr. Jenson opened the door and announced that it was time to begin the preparations. He had observed Rebecca for the past half hour and decided that the herbal tea sedative was working. Jenson was accompanied by the two burly security guards.

"Please, can we get this debriefing over with?" Rebecca softly asked.

“We can begin shortly”, said Jenson. “First of all, you need a brief medical examination.” Rebecca thought that this was unusual but said nothing.

“We need to get you ready," replied Mr. Jenson. “To begin” said Jenson, “the policy of the firm is that employees of your grade must be terminated when impropriety is even suspected. You signed an agreement to this effect when you accepted your promotion.”

Rebecca was a bit hazy; “Yes I did, but…”

Jenson held up his hand, “Rebecca, the termination that we insist on is rather more permanent than you imagine.”

“I…I don’t understand” said Rebecca in a weak voice, “what is different?’

“Rebecca, we are required to eliminate you as a security threat tonight… In these circumstances, certain customers demand absolute guarantees of security. What this means to you is that you will be dead in less than an hour.”

Rebecca gasped in shock and backed away from Jenson. She was stopped by the two large security guards, who made her sit in the chair.
Jenson calmly continued, “Now don’t worry, the process is very quick and painless. You’ll just feel a bit sleepy then it will be over.”

Rebecca sat in shock. “What was he saying? I’m going to die…to be killed…now.” She stared at Jenson, unable to utter a word. Rebecca was still not quite focused. She was having a difficult time processing the information.

The Firm found from experiences with those employees about to be terminated, that the individuals created far fewer problems if they were sedated and told of their fate immediately before the event. Since these employees were going to die anyway, there was no value in long discussions. The affected employees were always single, lived alone, young, and had no dependents. The firm generated clever cover stories to account for the employee’s death. These cover stories were fed to the families along with a generous insurance settlement. In Rebecca’s case, her parents would be notified later that evening that she had suffered a massive stroke at the office and had died on the way to the hospital. While Rebecca was still seated, Jenson helped her to remove all of her jewelry, watch, rings, bracelets, earrings, and a small gold cross on a chain around her neck. She placed these things in a plastic bag.

A young nurse entered the room and faced Rebecca. The nurse carefully looked into each or Rebecca’s eyes. The pupils were sluggish to respond to light.
"Please remove all of your clothing” commanded the nurse.

"My clothes! Dear God what are you going to do to me I can’t sit here with no clothes," gasped Rebecca. The nurse paused for a minute, staring into Rebecca’s eyes.

"Don’t worry, we’ll have something for you to wear" she paused, "Rebecca, we always treat employees in your situation with respect. Now, we need to examine you and place a heart monitor on you. You will be allowed to dress in a little while, if you cooperate with us. If you choose to be uncooperative, my associates will have to assist you. It is entirely up to you, Rebecca.”

Terrified, Rebecca assured the nurse she would behave and cause no trouble. Still in a tea induced haze, she giggled slightly as she slowly removed the business suit she was wearing, first the jacket, then the blouse. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she noticed that her hands were shaking. She unzipped her skirt and removed it and her blouse, revealing a sexy black bra, matching half slip, and thong along with dark pantyhose and her black heels. She slipped off her shoes and removed her bra, slip, and pantyhose. Rebecca stood wearing only very brief thong panties. She stood trembling with her hands crossed over her breasts. "Please don’t do this to me," she meekly replied. Rebecca looked and sounded like a frightened child, Jenson really wanted to enjoy her body before executing her, but that would have to wait until later when she would be beyond objections.

The nurse escorted Rebecca behind a privacy partition. "Please remove your panties, use the toilet, then wipe yourself clean," directed the nurse as she pointed to the toilet in the corner. Rebecca complied, lowering and stepping out of her thong and sitting down on the toilet. Mr. Jenson, behind a screen, heard a gentle stream of urine discharge into the toilet, but nothing else. "Can you move your bowels”, the nurse asked.

"No, I can't." said Rebecca. Well, she hadn't really eaten anything today, so there was not much threat of her having an accident later. Plus, there were certain safeguards the nurse would take. When Rebecca finished, she cleaned herself with a soapy cloth and stood entirely naked.

The nurse led her over to the table and forced her to bend over at the waist. "This is all part of the preparation to ensure you don't make a mess," she said. "Just relax and it will all be over soon. We won't hurt you, trust me." The nurse then pulled on latex gloves and spread Rebecca’s buttocks, exposing the anal passage. The Nurse reached for a bag on the table and took out a large cotton tube that had been soaked in an alcohol and disinfectant solution. This tube, larger than a tampon, was inserted into Rebecca’s rectum. The sensation was strange and uncomfortable, but did not hurt. Rebecca winced as the tube was inserted, forced up into her rectum. The cotton tube expanded a little once inside her, sealing off her colon and ensuring a sanitary execution. Once the nurse had finished, she had Rebecca turn and face her. The nurse applied three circular plastic disks to Rebecca’s chest, one above her left breast and one below each breast. These were EKG contact points. The nurse then clipped thin lead wires to each disk. The nurse handed Rebecca a tampon, “You should insert this” she said. She noticed that Rebecca’s eyes were glassy and not quite focused. “This poor girl has no idea what is about to happen to her” she thought to herself. She gave Rebecca a thin cotton hospital gown. The gown was plain white, just above knee length and open in the back. “Put this on with the opening in the back” she said. Rebecca, shaking by now, complied. The nurse proceeded to tie the gown’s tapes, one at the neck and one from the middle of the back to the side, causing the gown to wrap around Rebecca’s body thus closing the rear opening. The nurse then reached into the neckline and pulled the EKG leads up and out of the neckline.

The nurse checked Rebecca’s hair for pins and hair clips. Rebecca was blankly staring at the nurse and beginning to emerge from her stupor. “What is happening, where are my clothes?” she asked in a shaky voice. She was beginning to shake all over, almost hyperventilating from the stress. The nurse looked at Rebecca and in a moment of kindness said, “This will be all over in a little while, try to put your mind somewhere else. It won’t hurt if you just let your mind drift away.”

Mr. Jenson came around the screen and looked at Rebecca. She seemed very small and frightened as she stood there nearly naked and barefooted. She was beginning to sob. Mr. Jenson said, "Rebecca, it’s time to go."

Rebecca looked down at herself. She was still shaking but said, “Can I have something to wear on my feet?”

Jenson shook his head, “You won’t need shoes, we’re just going to this litter.”

Rebecca was shown to a metal topped litter in the room. They helped her to sit on the metal then had her lie down. Rebecca was shaking from fear but soon noticed the chill of the metal surface. The metal table had a beveled indentation in the center and seemed to slope toward the foot end. As she lay on the litter, Rebecca was secured by a heavy canvas strap across her middle, then she felt her ankles being placed in soft cuffs. Her legs were pulled straight and secured. Finally, her arms were held at her sides while her wrists were placed in the soft cuffs and secured. The nurse placed a small pillow under her head.

Rebecca began to pull at her wrist restraints. “Please, these are too tight”, she said.

"Sorry Rebecca, they have to be tight to make sure you can't get free. We can’t allow you to struggle." Jenson said.

She felt the sharp pinch of a needle in her left arm, near the inside of her elbow. An IV site was taped in place and the line was connected to a plastic IV bag that was hung on a pole mounted the litter. Rebecca felt a strap going over her knees and another being placed across her upper chest just above her breasts. The straps were pulled tight and the poor girl was helpless on the litter.

The litter was wheeled out of the room and down the hall to a larger room. On the way, they passed a number of people going about their jobs. Rebecca’s mouth and throat felt dry, but she tried to plead for help. The passers by simply stared at Rebecca and kept going.

“Here we are Rebecca” said Jenson, “this is our debriefing room.” As she was wheeled in., Rebecca noticed some bright lights and a heart monitor on a shelf. There was also a group of about 15 to 20 people, one of whom was her manager, Marilyn.

“Hello my dear, we wanted to say good bye to you. These are some of the executives from Sun City Enterprises. They wanted to see you off to your retirement.” The woman smiled and patted Rebecca’s arm.

“Oh God, please don’t do this…please, no” cried Rebecca.

Marilyn smiled, “This will only take a moment dear, just relax and go to sleep.”

Rebecca’s pillow was removed and her head was placed on a hard rubber stand. She could see the audience gathered at the foot of her litter. “Please no”, she gasped. She felt something touching her foot and saw an attendant attaching a tag to her big toe. “Oh my God, help me”, she cried as she tried to pull her foot away. The canvas strap across her knees as well as the ankle restraints prevented her from doing more than wiggling her feet and pointing her toes. The restraints on her upper body prevented all movement except clenching her fists. She tried to struggle but the only thing she could move was her head.

These special terminations were always witnessed by senior executives and special clients whose information was being protected. The clients actually paid a fee for the service. Certain managers and senior staff were also permitted to attend. Tonight’s ceremony was sparsely attended.

Tomorrow, the company news would announce Rebecca’s tragic death from a stroke. The majority of the firm would never know what had really transpired. Rebecca’s replacement had already been selected (though not yet informed), progress was a simple matter of promotion and training.

"As you are aware, we must document all terminations” Jenson announced to the gathering, “I need just a couple of minutes to ensure the video camera is functioning properly and then we will proceed," said Mr. Jenson. He then stepped back to admire his handiwork and then walked over the camera that was already trained on bound Rebecca. The nurse attached Rebecca’s EKG leads to the monitor. Jenson adjusted the camera to zoom in on the subject and then turned it on and quietly stated the subject of the video. "This is the execution of Rebecca Chandler based on the lawful termination of a high risk employee by Winecraft, Goble, & Chang. Date of execution Tuesday, September 28, 2010 at 6:30 pm. Subject is to be lethally injected until dead." Jenson stepped away from the camera and checked the remote heart monitor. Rebecca was very frightened; her heart rate was well over 140. She looked around with wide, terrified eyes.

She heard a soft clatter behind her as the nurse gently placed her hands on either side of Rebecca’s head, holding the head on the rubber block. Jenson asked, “Do you have any final words?"

Rebecca gasped, “Please, don’t do this, please no…don’t kill me”, she sobbed as she was trying to shake her head no. Rebecca lay trembling, on the litter. She saw the faces staring at her. The room’s air handling system stirred up a gentile current that caused her toe tag to flutter against the sole of her foot. She felt this and glanced at her toes. She was breathing very fast.

Her mind raced a thousand miles an hour, reliving moments of her life, considering regrets and thinking about all she would miss. When she first came to Winecraft, Goble, & Chang, she was fresh out of college but was quickly recognized for her skill in the marketing and planning area. After only four years at the firm, she was asked to take the newly created position which was thought to offer her great career opportunities. She knew the restrictions and dangers of being classified high risk but the compensation was handsome in order to offset the risks. Her work was valuable and she felt there would always be a place for her within the firm, no matter the situation. So, she took the position without giving it too much additional thought and loved her job right up until this morning. “I just can't believe this is happening. Surely this is a bad dream or a test of my company loyalty," she thought to herself. Unfortunately for Rebecca, it was no dream. Jenson said, "We’re almost ready proceed.” Rebecca groaned, “Oh noooo,” not wanting to die, but also wanting it to just be over with. He noted that Rebecca was crying quietly, almost a whimper, which was refreshing from the screaming and cursing that Jenson frequently endured. At 6:27, Jenson moved behind Rebecca and took up the IV control.

There was an audible click as the pump was switched on. "Oh God," Rebecca thought, "No, please no."

Jenson moved around in front of Rebecca and read her sentence, "Rebecca Chandler, your employment with Winecraft, Goble, & Chang was officially terminated this morning at 9:30 am. The firm expresses its deepest appreciation for your loyal service and exceptional work. The firm officially regrets having to carry out this mandatory action at this time." Jenson then pressed the start switch and a yellowish fluid began to run down the clear IV line into Rebecca.

At first, Rebecca felt no change. She lay quietly as the nurse gently secured her head on the rubber block. Her eyes searched the audience, moving from face to face.
The ventilation system came on and sent an air current dancing around the room. Rebecca felt her toe tag flutter slightly and looked at her feet. Suddenly, she was having a difficult time getting a breath. She gasped quietly and noticed that she couldn’t move her hands or feet. Rebecca could feel what felt like hundreds of tiny needles pricking her all over her body. She tried to take a deep breath and felt as if a tight band had been placed around her chest. She made a wet wheezing sound and tasted blood in the back of her throat. The audience saw her cough again weakly as her chest heaved and some foam came from the corner of her mouth. Rebecca felt a buzzing in her head and a cold feeling creeping up her body from her feet. She tried to cry out for help but could make no sounds. The audience saw her struggle weakly and then noticed a dribble of blood tinged drool and a little bit of bloody foam coming from the corner of her mouth and both nostrils.

Rebecca felt her breathing stop, and for a moment, had a feeling of panic. Her vision clouded, then grayed, finally fading to black. The last of her senses to go was her hearing. She heard the monitor beeping, then all hearing was lost. The nurse, who was still holding Rebecca’s head on the rubber block, felt the unfortunate girl’s body shudder from head to toe. Rebecca felt very cold as all feeling ceased. Rebecca’s eyes were staring straight ahead and seemed to be unfocused. As what remained of Rebecca drifted away, her body seemed to deflate like a balloon, as it lost muscle tension. The heart monitor began to beep in alarm and as the line on the monitor scope flattened, a thin stream of urine ran from between Rebecca’s feet to the table’s drain.

The rise and fall of Rebecca’s chest had ceased, her eyes remained fixed and the pupils dilated somewhat. The onlookers saw Rebecca’s body become noticeably pale in color as if her blood had been drained. Jenson let the IV run for another few minutes. He injected a final large bolus of Potassium Chloride into the IV, pumped Rebecca’s chest for a moment to distribute the poison, and then halted the IV flow. He noted time and checked the monitor. There was no cardiac or respiratory activity. Rebecca Chandler had been terminated.

The small crowd had watched the spectacle in silence. There was a smattering of applause for an excellent show. Rebecca’s body was allowed to lay on view for another 30 minutes as a few of her former colleagues and a number of the firm’s customers took some pictures. Jenson watched Rebecca for a few moments. She lay still and quiet simply staring into space. Jenson was always fascinated by dead bodies, mostly they just lost all expression but Rebecca’s face wore an expression of mild surprise. Her eyes showed no comprehension of her new condition. After a few moments, Jenson turned off the monitoring equipment. He went to call the mortuary to pick up the body. The nurse disconnected and removed the IV and the heart monitor. The restraints were no longer needed so they were removed.
Jenson wheeled the body back to the detention room. The funeral service driver would deliver Rebecca’s body to the chosen mortuary.

At that moment, David was notifying Rebecca’s parents that their daughter had suffered a massive stroke at the office and had died on the way to the hospital. He tearfully assured Rebecca’s mother that he would organize the final arrangements for them. David was proud of his acting abilities; he believed that his deep sorrow act went well.

Jenson looked at the body on a table and proceeded to remove the thin, damp hospital gown. He noticed that Rebecca’s hair was damp from perspiration and had been stained with drops of her expelled blood. When Rebecca was completely nude, Mr. Jenson took a sponge dipped in cold soapy water and washed the body, especially her pubic area, legs, and feet. He found a tampon string protruding from Rebecca’s labia. He removed a slightly stained and highly lubricated tampon and disposed of it. Jenson cleaned most of the blood and foam from Rebecca’s face. The chemicals used to kill her had caused a breakdown of her pulmonary capillaries, thus the foamy, bloody sputum.

Rebecca was now past embarrassment. She lay on the cold metal table with her hands at her sides. Her head rested on the rubber block and her eyes were open and staring. Jenson kissed her perky breasts, which he paused to cup and squeeze.

The door opened and the firm’s CFO entered along with several customers, who had requested the protection of their financial information. The customers wanted to verify that their demand had been met. The potential information leak was closed forever. The executives looked over Rebecca’s body and prodded her with their fingers to assure themselves that the unfortunate girl was truly dead. The men seemed to enjoy their visit, then left to go to dinner.

Now Jenson could experience something he had dreamed of for years--fucking Rebecca Chandler. He looked over Rebecca’s pale but delightful body as she lay on the litter, all of her charms completely exposed. Jenson spread her legs and maneuvered himself in between them. He guided himself into her. Inside, Rebecca was still very wet but, not surprisingly, quite unresponsive. He cradled her body in his arms and kissed her open mouth as he began enjoying her. His action was slow and methodical. Jenson took his time since he didn't have to worry about being reported by Rebecca. He explored her body with his hands, squeezing her hips and buttocks and kissing her breasts. Rebecca’s hands were still at her sides. Jenson’s thrusting intensified both in energy and frequency as the poor girl’s limp body seemed to respond. Jenson knew that Rebecca’s movement was due to his thrusting. As Jenson continued his violation of Rebecca’s corpse, his thrusting caused fluid pressures within the body. There was a small spurt of blood from Rebecca’s mouth and nose.

After a while, Jenson brought himself to a climax. Once he finished, Jenson lay with Rebecca for a moment, then pulled his member out of her and cleaned himself. He took a couple of moments to take in her body, caressing her breasts, hips and legs. He kissed her pretty feet and toes. Jenson took a moment to clean the blood from Rebecca’s face and compose her facial features. He closed the staring eyes and closed the mouth. He gently pressed the lips closed. There was not much he could do about the bluish-white congestion that had begun to form in the pretty face. Finally, he straightened Rebecca’s body on the metal slab, putting her feet and legs together and placing her hands on her abdomen.

Mr. Jenson put his clothes back on, packed Rebecca’s clothing and shoes into the cardboard box. He selected her thong as a souvenir and took one last look at Rebecca before going back upstairs with the box of her possessions to complete the paperwork. For now, Rebecca lay nude on the table. The body had taken on the chalky grey pallor of the newly dead. In a few hours, Rebecca Chandler’s body would be delivered to the Johnson and Driscoll Funeral Home. She would be prepared for burial and the many of her friends and associates from the firm would attend her funeral.

The mortuary service arrived about an hour later. Rebecca’s body was beginning to feel noticeably cool to the touch. Her face and the rest of her body was a now chalky grayish-white color. The mortuary driver looked appreciatively at Rebecca’s body. He checked the toe tag and squeezed a breast. Then, using cotton tape, he loosely tied her wrists together on her abdomen and tied her ankles together. Finally, he wrapped her in a thin, nearly clear plastic shroud. He loaded the body onto his stretcher and wheeled Rebecca out to his van.

Rebecca’s layoff was complete.