Photo Credits  - Google He reared backwards from the prone body on his bed in horror. “Sheila,” he called softly. She didn’t respond. “Sheila,” he called again, louder this time. Still there was no response. Her beautifully firm brown tipped breasts stared at the ceiling, and her chest was still. From his crouching position he could see that her eyes was open but there was no sight in them. Slowly he moved closer and felt her wrist, then her neck. Her body was still warm, More...