What happened to her to make her this broken?I kept it still as if I had just scratched myself in my sleep.I texted my son.I was just thinking how I could get a tissue out of my bag to dry myself when the doctor looked up, smiled and came over to me. My face got mature hotter.Height and weight recorded, the doctor told me to get onto his examination couch.My mom told me girls get wet like you are and that helps the guy get his thingy in granny her hole.Well, I should get going, Elizabeth says, she turns to Nicole.Trying to wake him that first time had been extremely bad, as he had collapsed to the floor, screaming.Eddie was playing more jokes at my expense.I am in complete disbelief that he just stops and leaves each of us with blue balls.But times change, and Daddy's Princess grew up.He tells me as he attempts a really bad and sexual dad joke. As Saema didn’t way too terribly much, they had no trouble lifting her from the coffin and setting her down on the slab. Yes, makes our work easier, was the quick reply he got. The director looked her over for a few moments, made a few notes on his clipboard, and then got out a digital camera. As granny per their usual mature policy, he snapped a few quick photographs of her corpse and then put the camera down. Viewing’s not until tomorrow night, he noted aloud. So we’ll work more on her tomorrow morning. No problem. So should we get to work on Mrs. Laseter over there? the assistant said, crooking his neck. Not yet. The husband is out of the country and won’t be able to return for some time, so there’s no rush yet. But, we do need to get Mr. Simmons ready for his wake since that’s at four o’clock, he said calmly.