#363120 - ” “Yes sir” he agreed. ” The immaculate astro-turf of the graveyard beckoned as the Limo swept beneath the carbon fibre Palm trees and on to the fairy tale church, sweeping down into the airlock for the mandatory two minutes then on into the acidity controlled zone of the main church. “So they can see please Kriska,” Reverend Jones requested and Kriska turned to face the congregation, The reverend knelt, his fingers trembled slightly as he peeled her dress aside and the congregation gasped at the perfection of her sex sewn in an intricate crossover pattern when so many were laced simply like a hockey shoe, a head of sweat appeared and Kriska noticed the swelling under his robes as he sought to restrain himself, but controlling his nerves he gripped the ceremonial scalpel and sliced gently and expertly through the soft silk pulling the stray end clear before gently prying her lower lips open for the congregation to witness.