My late husband may not be with us, but he's never gone. I thought I was soon to join him, but I could feel him fighting me tooth and nail. I swear I could hear him calling to me from the afterlife "Give her the ring!" He always was so good to me, always wanted me to have the very best.And now, here I am. A brand new body; a body with hundred mile an hour curves, a brand new life entirely, mine for the taking, mine for feasting on. And the first thing I want to feast on is the dick of that fine doctor who has been so attentive at the bedside of the frail, ailing woman that I was.
