Mescal — Ben Miller

Death Has A Sense Of Humor - Farris sat back on the edge of the bed to watch. Beth turned away as she slowly reached down and opened the sash. Then Farris pulled the robe off her shoulders, revealing the black lace corset. He slowly pulled the bow knot and started unlacing the corset with his fingers. Beth clutched her bare bosom. Farris traced the impression of the corset on her back with his fingers. Never in his life had he seen such beauty. Those breasts were the most perfect ever to lay eyes upon. He reached for a feel as Beth trembled in her nudity. She held the sash. He reached for a feel. Before his hand could reach a breast, Beth sprang forward and wrapped the sash around his neck and snapped it like a garrote. She strangled him for a moment, but he was much stronger and jerked the sash from his neck. Beth fought and got it back around his neck one more time. She jerked and choked him with all her might. Totally naked, she fought, screamed and scratched. She flailed her fists as hard as she could. He rolled with the punches and blows, showing no reaction. When she ran out of energy, he laid her naked body back on the bed and covered it with his own. As he positioned himself to forcefully enter her, he smiled in victory and raised up and back, taking in all the beauty. There was a tremendous boom and smoke filled the room as Farris's chest exploded, splattering the headboard and wall with blood, meat and bone. Beth was sprayed with blood as Farris shuddered and fell dead right on top of her. She screamed and pushed herself from under the spasmodic twitching body of Farris.