7 - My Girlfriend likes to get wet

My Girlfriend Likes To Get Wet

Today it rained.

All. Goddamn. Day.

She stared up at the sky for hours as water washed over her body. It turned that shirt transparent again leaving her breasts looking pretty much like a normal chick. I just pretended like she was alive. It was nice to get some relief, so to speak.

Huddled under the lean-to for hours and hours. I talked to her, which is just like talking to myself since it is one sided. I don’t think about it like that. She is human, or was, so I can justify it in my mind.

So bored. I always had stuff to do at home when Ally was around. She worked odd hours so sometimes I would be alone for a weekend. But I had games and the TV. I could catch up on all the shows like CSI and NCIS which I’m pretty sure is just CSI spelled a different way.

How would those guys look at my new girlfriend? They would have to take blood samples, I’m sure - check her for trauma. Check me for drama as I squealed about what great care I was taking with her. They would make sure she wasn’t raped, which isn’t even a remote possibility. I may be alone and young and horny, but I am not into fucking dead chicks. Gross. That can’t feel good any way; I mean it would be all dry and stiff. Just thinking about it makes me want to put off sex forever.

She managed to turn on her side and after a few minutes of the rain pelting her she drew her legs up so that her skirt rode up pretty high. I wasn’t left with any doubt as to the fact that she was once a woman. God, why is she dead? She has such nice legs – as long as I ignore the gray. I managed to get some more relief while I watched her roll over a couple of times. Does that make me a sicko? I many have to strike this part from the diary once I am rescued.

Rain and more rain. Hovering in a corner right now while it pours down. Found a dry spot and that is how I am writing to you, dear diary. I wish night would get here so I can sleep. But the day may just go on forever.

Dragged the remains of the fire under the cover and then added a little more wood. Added some leaves to the shelter so that water stopped hitting me. Phew. As long as she doesn’t see the fire I won’t have to put up with her screaming.

I should just put her out of her misery tomorrow morning. Maybe I can work up the nerve.

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