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The Sex Doll
🕑 Added 2023-07-01 15:58:20 +0000 UTC“Have you ever been to a sex toy party?” Jack asked.
May ran her fingers through her short blonde hair and pursed her plump limps. “Oh, yah. Since my mom got divorced she has like two a year. Why do you ask?”
Jack thought back to the made-for-TV documentary he had seen about female sexuality. As a virgin he had made all sorts of assumptions about the ways that women experienced sex. He had always thought they were so innocent and prude and weren’t nearly as sexual as men were. Watching the documentary had shown him that women were just as depraved and sex-hungry as he was—and that knowledge excited him.
“I just learned about what they are.”
May cocked her head to the side. She was cute and looked like a freshman even though she was 18. “Mom always tells me to go to the movies, watch two, and grab some food on the way back or she’ll tell me to go to a sleepover at a friend’s house. That’s how I know she’s going to have one.”
Jack nodded absent-mindedly and leaned back on May’s couch. He got to thinking about May’s mom and a group of her hottest friends sitting around in lacy underwear opening different boxes of sex toys, giggling like school girls, looking at each other naughtily and then starting to use the toys on themselves and each other.
“You’re thinking about it aren’t you?” May interrupted his thoughts.
“Duh!” Jack laughed. He never felt weird admitting that kind of thing to May, she was cool and Jack felt like he could tell her anything. She would have been much cooler if she was a lesbian because then they’d be able to talk about girls together but May definitely liked dudes. Their friendship had blossomed over years of going to school together and of being across the street neighbors. But Jack being a bit on the dense side had never noticed May giving him all the signals—she had had a crush on him for as long as they had been friends.
“C’mon,” May slapped Jack’s forearm. “I want to show you something.”
May led Jack to the study where the family computer was and turned it on. May sat down in the chair and typed some things. Jack leaned over her to look at the window she had pulled up. “Mom left the browser open about a week ago and check it out.” Jack looked over the webpage. It was filled with sex toys. He had never seen so many dildos, massage oils, edible undies, edible dildos, face orifices, and flavored lubes. There was anything that a woman could want in order to pleasure herself or be pleasured. “But this is the coolest one.” May pulled up a wax statue that looked like a giant Ken doll.
“What is it?”
“Well, it’s a male sex doll. Kind of like the one guys use only this one is solid.”
Jack made a disgusted face but leaned in to look at it more closely all the same. “How big is it?”
“Which part?” May teased. “It’s like life sized. It has silicone skin and apparently feels real. I guess the point is you can put it anywhere and just do stuff to it. It costs like 200 dollars. Mom ordered one last week.”
“What? No way. Why would she order one of those?”
“What do you mean?”
“May, no offense or anything, but your mom is hot. Why does she even need a sex doll?”
May’s smile faded a bit. She looked back at the screen. “Well, I think she’s having another party in like a month. I think it’s probably for that.”
“Really?” Jack’s mind began to whirl. What a sight that would be, a room full of horny women having their way with the silicone doll. “What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall for that.” Jack bounced his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
“You’re sick,” May said shutting the computer down and storming out of the room.
“What?” Jack followed May out of the study and tried to get May to tell him why she was upset but they spent the rest of the day in tense silence.
Over the course of the next month, Jack spent a lot of time watching May’s house for an incoming package. As soon as he had gotten home the day May told him his mother had ordered a sex doll he had been forming a plan. Finally, one day, a nondescript box six feet high and three feet across arrived at the Fraiser residence. Jack jumped out of his bed and ran outside to help Ms. Fraiser carry the box.
“Oh, hey, Jack,” May’s mom smiled at him nervously. “May isn’t here.”
“That’s okay, I thought I’d help you carry the box because it looks pretty big.”
Jill Fraiser blushed. She didn’t want the young man to see what was inside the box but was thankful for his help. The box weighed close to 120 pounds and otherwise she would have had to drag it inside. Together, they carried the box into the living room.
“Thanks Jack!” Ms. Frasier went to get money to pay Jack for his help. As soon as she was out of the room he copied the serial number on the box onto his phone. Then he shouted to Ms. Frasier something about not wanting the money and needing to help his mother with some chores.
Jack ran straight to his computer and typed in the serial number he had gotten off of Ms. Frasier’s box. The doll was wearing a generic costume and with almost no effort at all, Jack was able to find a male sex doll costume on the internet. He bought it and leaned back in his computer chair. He smiled to himself. He was sure his plan was going to work; it was B-list movie great.
A few days later, May let Jack know that her mother had told her to beat it to the movies on Friday—the toy party had finally arrived. Everything came together quickly; he received the costume and tried it on. He looked at the picture of the actual doll on the internet and felt satisfied. They were nearly a perfect match. Although there were some differences mostly in the face and abs, he was sure it would go unnoticed.
Jack sat by the window waiting for it to get dark. He had timed his exit perfectly, hoping to get in before any guests had arrived so no one would see him sneaking in. He put his costume on and a rain jacket over it. He was about to leave his room when his phone rang.
“Go for Jack,” he answered.
“Hey Jack, its May! I’m at the movies. Do you want to come? It’s so boring here and I could use a bit of company?”
Jack felt a tinge of guilt but his desire to see the party overrode the guilt. “Sorry, May. You know if I could I’d be there but I have some stuff I have to do for my family. Gotta run, bye!” He hung up as quickly as possible, not giving May the opportunity to ask too many questions; at least now he knew she was out of the house.
He crept through his own dark house. His mom and older sister had gone out to have dinner together, a somewhat regular occurrence after she had gone off to college whenever she had a break. Jack’s heart was pounding as he hopped the fence into the Frasier’s yard. He heard the Jacuzzi bubbling away as he crept towards the backdoor. He felt himself grow a little hard as he asked himself what they were going to do in there. He imagined the group of horny women slipping into the hot tub after pleasuring each other with the sex toys, splashing around the hot water, kissing and sucking on hard nipples, the moans—Jack stopped himself, he needed to get inside and situated before the party began so he could see all of this for himself rather than imagining it.
The back door was always left open so Jack slipped in quietly. The house had been decorated for the sex party almost exactly like the one Jack had seen in the documentary. In the living room there were pink sheets and streamers everywhere, cutouts of boobs, dicks, and other sexual things were plastered all over the wall. A table had been put out in the corner of the room, pitchers of drinks with straws and ice cubes shaped like penises.
Jack stopped cold in his tracks as he saw a man sitting on the couch. He froze and waited for a moment not knowing whether to stay still or inch his way back out. After a few moments of the man not moving, Jack realized it must be the doll. He quietly crept up to it and saw that Ms. Frasier had gone all out dressing him in a suit, jacket and tie.
Jack could hear May’s mom moving around upstairs, probably getting ready. He didn’t want to waste any time so he grabbed the doll and half carried half dragged it downstairs to the basement. He propped it up near the storage closet and turned on the light. As quickly and as noiselessly as he could he tore off all of his own clothes and began to change into the doll’s suit and tie.
“Sorry dude, I just want to be you for a few hours,” he said. The doll stared at him with its unseeing eyes and unsettled Jack for a moment. He fumbled for a few moments, the blood was pounding in his ears and Jack felt increasingly more excited as well as nervous that he’d be caught in the act or that Ms. Frasier would come downstairs and find that the doll had been moved. When he had gotten the shirts, pants, belt, tie and jacket on, he put the doll’s sunglasses on his face and took a step back to admire his reflection in the darkened glass of one of the basement’s windows. He looked almost exactly like the doll! He couldn’t believe his plan was going off without a hitch. He shoved the doll into the closet, covered it in his raincoat before running back upstairs.
He threw a quick glance around before making a quiet dash to the sofa. He settled into it just as he heard the clack of May’s mom’s heels coming down the stairs. The doorbell rang. Jack’s heart skipped a beat as he realized the party was about to begin. He imagined the women trying out a number of sexual things on him and tried to contain his excitement.
He heard voices and suddenly Jill and two other women he recognized from town walked into the living room. Janet Farfield and her sister in law Erica were attending the party. Jack tried to control himself. Janet was a woman in her early 40’s but had preserved well. A head of red silky curls, a large bust and a formidable behind, Jack would give anything to have her rub her behind on him. His sister was not as curvy but was still shapely.
Janet walked up to the doll and poked him. Jack tried hard not to make any noise. “That is good quality, Jill. It looks amazing and very real!”
“I know, right?” Jill beamed at her friend. “I spent a small fortune on it but it’s so worth it.”
“Let’s put the ‘no boys allowed’ sign outside and get this party started,” squealed Erica pouring himself a drink from the pitcher. She grabbed one of the penis shaped straws and coquettishly wrapped her mouth around it. Jack felt a secret thrill imagining her doing the same to his penis.
“We should put the doll outside as a welcome mat, so all the guests can trample him on their way in—really show some girl power,” said Janet.
Jack felt his eyes grow wide and was immediately glad that the sunglasses he was wearing were so dark that no one had seen him move. A wave of relief rolled over him as he heard Jill begin to protest.
“I don’t know, Janet. I don’t want anyone to ruin it by stepping all over it.”
“Girl, these things are built to withstand abuse, otherwise they’d be cheaper and you’d have to get it replaced all the time, watch.” Janet pulled Jack onto the floor and stood on his thighs. He felt a searing pain as the heel of Mrs. Fairfield’s stilettos dug into the flesh of his leg. He could feel the point of it sink into his leg. It took all of the strength of Jack’s willpower not to let out a sound. “See? It can hold my weight, in heels and then some. Come on, Jill, haven’t you ever wanted to trample on a man before? Feel his flesh beneath your feet? Now you can and he won’t react! You try!” She stepped off and all of the sudden her shapely body inspired more terror in Jack than lust.
Jill hesitated for a moment and then nodded. She slowly lifted herself onto Jack’s stomach, first the flat of her shoe which almost made him grunt but he felt fine. Then she brought her heels down. The heels stabbed at his side, she gave a little hop for good measure and all of her weight, 130 pounds of it, came crashing down on his intestines, the heel clawed into his side and Jack felt glad that the glasses were so dark no one could see his eyes squeezing shut in pain.
“Yeah it would be kind of great, wouldn’t it? We can pretend it’s our ex-husbands.” She laughed, stepped off, and helped Janet carry Jack out to the front door. When they had situated Jack near the door as the welcome mat, Jill let all the air out of her lungs. “Damn, it almost feels like it got heavier since I put it on the couch.”
“Yeah if you didn’t tell me you’d unpacked it and dressed it yourself, I wouldn’t believe it wasn’t some creep in a suit pretending to be the doll.”
Jack’s breath caught for a moment. “Have you tried it out yet?” Erica asked giggling.
A devilish smile erupted on Jill’s face, “Yes. And let me tell you—it didn’t disappoint. Better than any of the lumps I’ve ever had sex with.
They went inside each taking their time to make sure they trampled the doll well. Each heel brought a fresh stabbing pain to a different part of Jack’s body—sometimes a thigh, sometimes his abs, every time one of the woman stepped on him he felt the heel would rip his skin apart. Janet’s heels particularly hurt as she weighed more than Jill—she made sure to drop down on him with every pound. He was glad the women finally went inside. He took a long slow breath as quietly as possible and assessed his body. He was definitely going to have bruises tomorrow. Once they brought him inside it would be worth it—he’d get to see the beautiful women using the toys and maybe get used a little himself.
The sound of a car pulling up to the house alerted him to the fact that more guests were arriving. He took a deep breath and tried to remain as still as possible. The sound of heels clicked up the drive way and he recognized Mrs. Black, the drama teacher who worked at the high school he and May went to. Her brown hair bounced with each step and the heels she wore added a few inches to her short frame. She wore a slinky black dress that hugged all of her curves. James winced internally as he thought about her stepping on him and prayed that she’d step over him—she was the heaviest of the women who had stepped on him yet and he wasn’t relishing the idea of all 160 pounds of her stomping all over him.
Mrs. Black rang the doorbell before bending down to look at James. He held his breath as she scrutinized him, she was just about to touch him when the door opened and Ms. Frasier and the Fairfields greeted her.
“Is this the doll?” asked Mrs. Black excitedly. Jill nodded enthusiastically.
“He looks so real. I could swear that I recognize him,” said Mrs. Black.
Janet stepped down from the door way and her heel smashed into James’ chest like a blunt knife. A wave of relief crashed over him as she stepped off.
Mrs. Black continued to stare at James. For a moment he was terrified that she would end up recognizing him and his plan would fall apart. Instead, Janet began to talk.
“We put him here as a welcome mat for us to be able to walk all over. No boys allowed zone and we thought it would be funny to be able to trample on him for every man who’s ever trampled on us.”
“I don’t know, Janet, are you sure it’s a doll?”
Janet’s the flat of Janet’s heel came crashing down on to his cock. He felt his flesh crushed between her shoe and the floor beneath him. She ground her foot in for emphasis, each grinding movement causing a shock of pain that made him feel nauseous. It took everything in his power not to move or cry out.
“See, Silvia, if he were real wouldn’t he shout or scream?” Mrs. Black relaxed a bit and nodded. “Why don’t you give it a try?”
Mrs. Black kicked him in the ribs one last time to make sure he wasn’t real and then she happily jumped up onto his stomach. The impact knocked all the wind out of James. He held his breath trying not to move his face as the heel clawed into his abs. She jumped up onto the step and the women retreated into the house laughing and commenting on how cathartic it was to stomp all over the doll.
As soon as the women were all indoors he shifted a little, not enough to draw any attention to himself, but enough to try to find a comfortable position for his now sore body. As of this moment his face had been spared—Jill didn’t want anyone to break his glasses.
James began to wonder if it was going to be worth it—if they didn’t end up bringing him inside and playing around with him or at least letting him watch them play with the toys all he was going to gain was having gotten stomped on.
Another car pulled into the driveway and he heard to female voices approaching the door. He steeled himself for the inevitable pain. Helen McNeal was the wife of the owner of the town’s supermarket where James worked part time. She chatted easily with the younger woman who accompanied her, Alice Cooper, who babysat him when Jack was a child. She was friends with his mother and older sister and for a moment Jack felt himself panic.
“Whoa! Jill really outdid herself this time,” said Alice admiring the doll that lay across the front of the house at the threshold of the door. “This doll is so real looking its freaky.”
Helen looked at the doll closely. “Do you think we’re going to be using it tonight?”
“No,” said Alice making a face. “I think its like most sex toys, you don’t share that kind of thing.”
Helen nodded thoughtfully and kept looking at the doll. Suddenly she frowned and cocked her head. “Doesn’t it look really familiar?”
Alice looked at the doll and nodded, recognition dawning on her face. “Yeah it does, doesn’t it? It reminds me a little bit of a kid I used to babysit.”
“Yeah I know what you mean. I think it’s the point to have them be somewhat generic looking, right? It’s part of the sexual fantasy.” Both women stepped onto James’ inert body while they rang the doorbell and waited for Jill to open the door. Alice stood on his collarbones the flat soles of her feet and her slight frame were tolerable, it reminded James of the time he had accidentally dropped a weight onto his chest while working out. But Helen was another story. Age had done to her body what it did to most bodies at that age; she had filled out and was heavier set than Alice, and in heels the pain was almost unbearable. One foot rested squarely on his stomach, the heel pushing its way towards his insides, the other balanced precariously on his pelvic bone. James winced internally and prayed she didn’t shift further south and crush his member. The heel dug into the fleshy part where his pelvic bone led into his member. What was usually an erogenous zone for him turned into a painful place as her heel threatened to enter his internal reproductive system.
When Jill opened the door, the sounds of the women laughing and clinking glasses drifted out from the living room. Jill hugged the women and stepped down onto James’ chest. The heel landed on his nipple as she ushered the women into the house. The pain was like having his nipple caught in a vice.
“Janet had the brilliant idea of using the doll as a welcome mat,” said Jill. “Feel free to take out all of your aggression towards men on it but mind the glasses.”
Alice clapped her hands excitedly. “Did you hear my boyfriend was cheating on me? After he took the job in the next town over he found himself a girl over there and thought he was going to get away with having us both at the same time. I found some text messages on his phone.” She looked down at the doll. “So this is for being a cheating asshole, Brian.”
Alice slammed her foot into James’ arm. Thankfully she was wearing boots and not heels but James felt the pressure on his arm building as she threw all of her weight on him. The pain was immediate. The muscle in his arm smashed into the bone and for a moment he thought his arm would snap. Helen smiled and patted Alice on the back once she had stepped into the house. Helen stepped onto his thigh, her heel was thicker and the weight distributed evenly but she stepped onto what was already as sore spot. James tried to keep his composure and began to regret coming. He hoped there weren’t much more coming because he wasn’t sure how much more he was going to be able to take. His heart sank as another car pulled into the driveway before Jill could get inside.
“Debra is here! Great! Now we’re all here and we can get started.”
James breathed a small sigh of relief and steeled himself for Debra stomping on him. Jill went through the explanation about the doll one more time and Debra, like the women before her found it highly amusing. James head had been positioned with his head tilted to the side. Debra, who weighed about 125 pounds, took a gleeful step onto his face. When the flat of her shoe made contact with his mouth he tasted the gravel, dirt and dust from the underside of her foot. She made sure to grind her foot into his mouth and James tasted blood as his teeth pushed up against the fleshy inside of his mouth. She pushed her foot in again and his nose crashed against the cement.
“Aren’t you going to bring him inside?” asked Debra before closing the door.
Jill waved her hand. “I’ll bring him in later, he was more just for show and in case anyone wanted to buy one like it!”
James was thankful that the women were all finally inside and that they wouldn’t be looking too closely at him any longer. He was sure that dolls didn’t bleed and was worried they might discover him. This moment of gratitude completely overshadowed his disappointment that he wouldn’t be witnessing or participating in the sex toy party. He wiped the blood from his mouth and took a moment to assess his body before he tried to get up and move. Everything hurt. Right as he was about to stand up he heard another car pull in across the street. He groaned silently and realized his mother and sister had come home from their dinner. He prayed that they wouldn’t come towards the party but it seems no one was listening. Drawn in by the sign on the door that read ‘no boys allowed’ the women of his family drew near to the house giggling. They looked down at Jack’s dusty body covered in footprints.
“Is that a mannequin?” asked Jack’s sister, Tracy, her eyes growing wide.
“No,” said his mother giggling. “I think it’s a sex doll. Remember I was telling you sometimes Jill has sex toy parties.”
“They’ve been stepping on it!”
“Shall we?” His mom kept giggling and looked at his sister with a keen look on her face. The women nodded and Jack tried to brace himself but he was tired. He had never felt so exhausted and battered in his whole life. He mustered all of his strength not to just jump and beg them not to do it.
Both women jumped up on him at the same time. The heels each poking him between the ribs, reaching towards his lungs, he let out a slight groan. His heart began to race; he tried to control his breathing, keep his face still. Being caught by one of the other women would have been bad, getting caught by his family would have been worse than humiliating. He tried to think of a way he could spin it so it didn’t look so bad but couldn’t come up with anything. His sister leaned down and inspected him closely.
“It makes noises,” said Tracy.
“Well, Jill certainly outdid herself a moaning sex doll,” Diana leaned down.
“What other noises do you think it makes?” Tracy looked at her mother with an arched brow. Jack prepared himself to make noise, being able to do so without worrying took some stress off of him. His sister and his mother began to stomp on various parts of his body but before he could make any sound the flat of Tracy’s shoe smashed onto his throat. She continued to put pressure on his windpipe, the air was barely squeezing by so he could breathe, but no noise was getting by the narrowing space his sister’s foot was imposing on his throat. His mother kicked him in the ribs, her heel came slamming into his side; a thick slab of muscle was caught underneath the point of her heel, it was worse than being pinched by the strongest pinchers, he wanted to struggle and move to give up but he had no energy left and all 150 pounds of his mother pinned him to the ground, her heel crushing his sternum. Finally they stepped off and put their hands on their hips.
“I guess it must be broken.”
“What do we do? It looks really expensive,” said Tracy chewing on her bottom lip.
“Let’s just not say anything, maybe they broke it before we did?” James mother shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay, that’s a good idea.” Tracy stepped up onto the doll to get to the doorbell. James felt his ribs start to buckle under her weight, they strained and painfully hugged his insides, and just when he thought his ribs were going to snap, May’s mother opened the door and let the women in. His mother bounded up the stairs, one foot landed on his stomach again, her heel situated right in his belly button. As she pushed off to get into the house her heel dug in, carving into stomach until James felt nauseous. The women chattered and laughed on their way in. The door closed and James let out a soft sigh. He was literally beaten and battered and just letting out that sigh had hurt his bones.
James took a small breath and stopped cold as he heard more footsteps approaching the door. He recognized May’s combat boots immediately. James held back tears—it didn’t seem like this night would be over any time soon. May stepped up onto his stomach and once again James had all the wind knocked out of him. May leaned against the doorframe, her weight settling on James’ chest. Normally, May’s 110 pound weight was light to him, but after having been stepped on and stomped on May might as well have weight 200 lbs. She lit a cigarette and took a slow drag. The ash from the cigarettes dropped on his skin like the sharp sting of mosquito bites.
Suddenly the door swung open and Jill jumped down onto James chest as well. The heel of her shoes found the fleshy soft spot between his collarbones, the heel pressing further and further down in an ache that made James head swim. For a moment he thought she would end up killing him until she shifted away.
“May, what are you doing smoking? I thought you quit.” May rolled her eyes. Jill frowned and shook her head, “smoking is not healthy for you. You could get very sick, give it to me!”
May hated being told what to do. She balled her fists up tightly at her sides and stomped her foot. Each time May brought her boot down she somehow found a fresh part of his body that hadn’t yet been bruised. “Whatever, mom.” She handed her mother the lit cigarette and stormed into the house. Jill stood tensely looking into the house before sighing and letting all of the air out of her lungs. She took a drag from May’s cigarette and shook her head. It was obvious she was stressed out. She began to mumble to herself about May being so much like her father, of her bullheadedness, of her insistence on doing things her way. She dropped the cigarette on James’ stomach. At first his clothes were a buffer between the bright red cherry of the cigarette and his skin but when Jill stepped on it to put it out she ground it into him. The pain was twofold, Jill was grinding her needle like heel into his stomach to put the cigarette out and the cigarette felt like a white-hot poker being stabbed into him. As Jill began to walk into the house James felt the world darken and he passed out.
James awoke to the deafening chatter of several women standing near the door and the bone-shattering pain he felt on every inch of his body, everything ached, everything seared and burned and throbbed. One by one the women drunkenly stepped down on him, most forgetting that he was there, their weight increased by their drunken lack of balance and the absolute fatigue James felt after several hours as a welcome mat. One after another, a heel crashed down into his cheek, another stabbed at the fleshy space where his arm became his armpit. Another stumbled onto his stomach each step to recuperate her balance clawed her heel into his side, the next was so drunk she couldn’t even lift her feet off the ground only dragged her heels across his upper body, the heels scraping across him until she stepped down and found her car. James felt body aches, and pain unlike anything he had ever felt before—a thousand times worse than any pain from a high fever or an intense workout at the gym. He felt almost as if he was on fire. He listened with some relief—the night was about to be over—as the cars turned on and pulled out of the driveway.
James’ mother and sister were the last to leave. They stood on him as they looked up at Jill in the doorway. His mother stood on his chest, Tracy stood on his stomach. If James had had the strength he would have winced. His mother’s heels and the flat of Tracy’s boots weighed down on already existing bruises. James was approaching the point of exhaustion where the pain he felt had gone from a localized stabbing to a whole body weariness, an ache so profound it seemed to reach into the core of each of his bones—it was worse than the time he had broken his leg and had to have it re-set at the hospital because now it felt as if all of his bones were broken and being constantly re-set. All he wanted was for everyone to leave.
“Thanks for having us,” said Tracy giggling. “It was a lot of fun.”
“Not a problem,” said Jill smiling. “It was good to have you. How’s James by the way?” James’ ears perked up at the mention of his name. How was he doing? Like he had just been stomped on by dozens of high-heeled feet.
“James is good, probably at home sleeping or out raising trouble.”
“Oh no, I don’t think so, James is a good kid,” Jill smiled. “I wish May was that good. She’s been causing me some problems lately.”
Tracy frowned. “Do you want me to talk to her? Being older and having gone through that before it might help. Sometimes hearing it from your parents just makes you feel more rebellious.”
Diana snorted. “Don’t I know it. Tracy caused me a whole world of heartache when she was younger. But she turned out alright, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea. What do you think Jill?”
Jill nodded. “That would be great, actually, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Tracy shook her head. “I’ll swing by tomorrow before I leave.”
Yes, leave, was all Jack could think. The pain was suffocating him, like he couldn’t breathe, as if all of the air had been knocked out of his lungs and he was being blocked from filling them again. They must have heard his silent prayer because the women all began to say their goodbyes. Jill stepped down onto James as she waved to his sister and mother. Her heels were balanced on the upper part of his thigh, the muscle felt like swiss cheese from the amount of heels it had been under. James prayed yet again that she would just leave and get off of him. Jill sighed from tiredness and went inside the house, she’d get the doll later in that moment she was too exhausted.
As soon as he was sure Jill was inside Jack tried to get up, his vision darkened and his sight was dotted with flying white spots. His strength began to leave him and he lost consciousness—not even the light of the sun dawning on him the next morning was able to revive him.
