Thursday, September 9, 2021

Mr. Murphy's Last Dream

Mr. Murphy was dying of lung cancer -too many cigarettes smoked-

    and he would die - his conscious mind would SHRINK INTO INFINITY - that

    night at midnight.  His once young and athletic " hot stuff " body

    would be cold to the touch whe his wife , Sadie,  came to look in on

    him at three o'clock in the morning. He was not resigned as the phony

    psychology books said he should be. He was as terrified as when he a

    boy lost and looking for his mother at the New  City train station.

        When  Sadie touched his forehead that night , he remembered how

    sensual and beautiful her hands were . Even NOW he was thinking dirty

    thoughts. At 18 - a safe sex practice- she use to masturbate  him

    in the front seat of the car ,parked at the " lovers' lane " in  Roger

    Williams Park. Later she became bolder with her pretty mouth, but in

    the beginning it was her hands that thrilled him. Now they were gnarled

    and ugly with arthritis .

         In his dream he found himself on a bed naked in pitch black room.

    He heard music coming from somewhere. He recognized it as "  Death and

    the Maiden ". He suddenly felt a pair of disembodied female hands rubbing

    his belly. They felt like the hands of an 18 year old girl.

        The smooth, sensual. skilled hands began to play teasingly with

    his larger than average penis. His penis became erect as the thrilling

    hands masturbated him.

        But just as he was at the point of explosion the hands changed-

    they now felt like gnarled arthritic hands.  Then they felt like

    skeletal hands. They were crawling like two lobsters toward his neck.

        Mr. Murphy felt the fleshless hands begin to strangle him!

      When Sadie found him dead , she felt his pulse just to make sure.

    Then she made a late night call to her lawyer and questioned him

    about her husband's life insurance.

                                                
" Now they felt like skeletal hands "

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