I told Jack that I have guilt inside me of using his body as an evil warding off dick—stick, I mean stick, but I chose the wrong words for that, so Jack, like the sweet little degenerate he was, said:
"Show me the dump truck, pal. I got some heavy garbage too."
But I didn't have the time to retort like a pregnant hyena or show him the dump truck. Of course I wouldn't have shown him that even if I had the time.
My right foot was on fire and I was seeing the end of the corridor a few steps ahead of me. It was my ray of hope. Like I was a virgin cameraman and it was my joining letter from porn industry.
I hopped on my left leg continuously like a professional double penetrated actress and used Jack's dead body with no remorse, especially after he expressed his wish to dump his garbage in me.
No guards reached near me and Jack's dead body was on fire like a dead body being cremated. Ironic, right?
His head and legs were burning and his chest was already burning from the start.
