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- GARDENING & SEXUAL FULFILLMENT@END_FILE_ID.DIZ
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- by Coco LaMestres
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- CHAPTER THREE: SNAILS & SENORA HUNTINGTON
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- Senora Huntington's eyes were big and I often imagined them on
- fluid stalks, poking through the banana tree leaves, trying to catch
- me in the act of cuckolding her husband, veering in two directions
- at once, like snails' eyes. The Senora was beanpole tall and her
- face was gaunt and old and unattractive. When she moved down the
- walkways of her backyard garden, she left a shimmering trail of
- waste behind her. She was once athletic and moved gracefully, but
- when I began under her family's employment she was snail-like and
- lethargic in her drawl. She didn't like me from the start and I
- did not like her.
-
- My equipment slept with me in the poolhouse and was always
- kept in tiptop shape. I spent hours greasing blades and oiling
- hinges and never blamed my equipment once for any mistake I might
- make in the engineering of the Huntington grounds. Senor Huntington
- came to me once a week and I sucked his cock for five minutes before
- moving on to my regular daily routine. This was usually Thursday
- and by Saturday he was begging for another "piping of the weenie"
- as he called it, but I would always refuse. It was on a Saturday
- night that he suggested to me what would ultimately develop into the
- plan that once and for all rid the world of the snail woman Senora
- Huntington.
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- Senora Huntington's body was not desirable, nor had it ever
- been. Senor Huntington married her for her father's money, not her
- looks, and when he parlayed that married capital into his own personal
- fortune, he grew tired of her and wished her dead. He was very
- grateful to hire me full-time and when I spoke of the men I had
- castrated in Belize, he knew I was to be his Destiny. He wished his
- wife dead with all his heart and begged me to do her in. I agreed,
- not because I like killing or wished to gain a stronger foothold in
- the Huntington family, but rather, I just enjoyed killing.
-
- I have sensed a common ground with the Heavenly Ones and my
- murderous desires; I have felt the spheres tell me in the reflection
- in a hedge-clipper blade that I was to do this deed on Senora
- Huntington, and scatter her blood to the Ficus (about 12 of them stood
- in a hedgerow near the East Wing). I could feel my strength increase
- when I resolved to cut her up; her body was narrow and I knew my
- Number 12 blade shears would pierce her torso through and through.
- The vision excited me.
-
- Senora Huntington came to the poolhouse on a Monday at 10 PM,
- berating me for my performance around the Coi pond. I had done a less
- than adequate job of trimming the baby's breath (in her estimation)
- and she felt I needed a little degrading. I was waiting for her
- behind the door, dressed in black pajamas, holding the Number 12
- shears above my head. When she entered, she looked everywhere but
- behind her. I did not give her warning, there was no hesitation in
- my desire to snuff her out, I brought the shears down with all my
- might and pierced her neck from behind, twisting up, and letting go
- of the shears. Senora Stumbled forward, faster than I'd ever seen
- her. Perhaps in death she had finally shed the snail veneer and I
- thought that thought and felt she would have been grateful to me had
- she been able to speak. But I must have severed her vocal chords
- for all she did was drop to her knees with a thunk, fluidly wheeze,
- and vomit blood on my Nicaraguan carpet.
-
- I will not describe how I disposed of the body, suffice it to
- say, Senora Huntington was buried with honors near the Coi pond,
- with her bereaving widower in attendance. For killing her, I received
- $3000 and a seat on Senor Huntington's Board (He manufactured penis
- extenders). I also received cunnilingus and I know he enjoyed it
- because before he began, I secretly put a small morsel of Senora
- Huntington's dead flesh up my vagina. The taste was sweet and he
- said I reminded him of a T-Bone from Colorado. "Pink Center", I
- believe were his exact words.
-
- That night I slept soundly and was not visited until dawn, when a
- group of boys and girls from the McDonald's dropped in to see my
- breasts. I gave them each something to remember me by and they went
- to work a little more cheerful. I am here on Earth to please, and
- in that time, so long ago now, when I first came to the Huntington
- Estate to improve it, to de-snail it, I pleased everyone.
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- Coming Next: CHAPTER FOUR - THE GHOST OF SENORA HUNTINGTON
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