She must have been close to coming around, as she moaned shortly and fell silent again.She must have been close to coming around, as she moaned shortly and fell silent again. At this, the doctor, or salesman, or whatever he was, demonstrated considerable strength as he picked up and hoisted her body into a fireman's carry. He carried her to the lift, seeming to know precisely where it was, took her upstairs, and deposited her on the floor, next to her bed. After a trip outside, he returned hauling a heavy steamer trunk and two large suitcases. From these, he produced several shaker bottles, plastic bags full of bandages, and various articles made of rubber. On the bed, he spread a large plastic sheet and sprinkled it liberally with talc. Again he lifted Mandy's inert body and dumped her on the bed. He pulled off her hair, which proved to be a wig, and lathered her short-cropped hair with shaving cream. Soon, her now bald head gleamed in the bright ceiling lamps. Next he laboriously unlaced her boots, then removed the rubber miniskirt, bullet bra, and gloves. "No underwear today?" he asked her inanimate form, "you must have been expecting somewhat more intimate play later, hmm?" He paused in his work to take off his tie and roll up his sleeves. Manhandling a limp human body was hard work, even for someone in excellent physical condition. He powdered her nude body thoroughly with talcum and then searched through her closet until he found a very thin black latex catsuit, with attached feet and gloves. It was one of her best ones, custom made to her exact measurements, with molded breast cups, and attached hood, feet, and gloves. He spent the better part of an hour getting it on her limp and uncooperative body, then covered the back zipper with a thin strip of rubber, cemented in place. Except for the open face of the hood, she was now sealed in a water- tight covering. After the cement had dried, sealing her securely into the thin, shiny black suit, he paused for a moment, admiring his handiwork. |