
Gary Murphy
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EIGHTEEN “You worked it out.” She smiled as she pulled the skin from my fingertips over my hand
EIGHTEEN “You worked it out.” She smiled as she pulled the skin from my fingertips over my hand and arm up to my shoulder. For some reason I could no longer feel anything. A hypodermic was laying on the floor next to the agent. After my arms had been stripped of skin Jayne pulled up a chair and sat in front of me drinking a cup of tea.