“What happened to me?” I asked. The question was very urgent. I found myself naked, standing in a large muddy field full of other naked men. The others all seemed to be engaged in some kind of construction project, and if my sudden appearance among them surprised them, they showed no sign to that effect.
“You died,” Goddess Marquesa answered. “This is the afterlife.”
That answer didn’t really sink in right away. I was too disoriented by my surroundings and by the presence of Goddess Marquesa, who was as gorgeous as I remembered her being. She wore a short black dress that showcased her perfect breasts and legs. Her green eyes held mine magnetically. Though she was standing in black stilettos in the mud, none of the dirt had soiled any part of her clothes, shoes or body Read more…
I woke up in the dark on a cold stone floor. I was naked, but I couldn’t have been lying there for very long, because none of my muscles or joints ached. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I saw that I was in a jail cell. A sliver of moonlight came through a window. Standing up and looking out, I could see palm trees and a beach. I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
“Hello,” I chirped as the woman on the other end answered her phone, “this is ‘Santa’s Little Helpers’ calling about your Christopher Radko ornament.”
