The black Porsche convertible screeched into the car commons, coming to a halt in the bay nearest the independent room access in a cloud of dust ; the charwoman driving it flung open the doorway and leaving it wide open air, ran towards the entryway. She was a 32 class old long-haired blond, wearing a whiteness blouse, a short grey lawsuit doll and high school heeled sandals. Her hair was promiscuous around her shoulders.

Reaching the door of the construction, she flung it open wide-cut and rushed through into the wide brightly lit response domain. Pausing a back to get her bearings, she spotted the reception desk and ran towards it calling in a brassy voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry, don't hurt my kin ”.

The woman behind the desk, a woman of about 40 with her dark hair pulled into a escaped knot and wearing the smuggled and white uniform of the Department of fudge factor, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"public figure ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

"You are late,"the department of correction woman said"I was just about to issue the warrants for your crime syndicate"

"I know"Kayleigh responded,"there was a big batch up on the freeway, and I couldn't get a sign to call"

Kayleigh had been convicted of embezzlement and faker while in role 10 days earlier, a capital crime, but had been released for the 10 days prescribed by law in order of magnitude to"put her affairs in order"before her instruction execution. The proceeds of the condemned prisoners was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their partners, tiddler, parents and former close relatives ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the cognitive process ), would be executed instead. When the cognitive operation had been introduced 25 years earlier, few thought it would work, but a few high-profile deterrent example of whole families being put to death had quickly ensured almost number compliance.

"Hmmmm, I don't know,"the DoC fair sex said, you are very late and nigh of the others for today have already been…mmmm…processed"

"Please, delight"pleaded Kayleigh,"I did try, honestly. It's not fair to execute my totally category, just because I was caught up in a traffic jam"

"Let me check ”, the DoC woman said.

She got up from behind the computer and went out through a door behind her. The room access shut with a loud thunk !

Kayleigh waited growing more and more agitated as the arcminute passed.

After about 5 minutes the former cleaning woman returned.

"I've spoken to the responsibility executioner and he says they will form an exception if you can be gear up right now. They've actually finished all the others, so you'll need to go straight on down to the execution chamber and be stripped set with your hair's-breadth up, when you get there"

"What, where do I go ?"Kayleigh asked looking stave, her wildly.

"right wing down to the far end"The DoC woman snapped, pointing to a large metal door set into the wall at the far end of a corridor running off to the left of the reception desk"Go !"

Kayleigh turned around, saw where the woman was pointing and started to run down the corridor.

"Remember, you need to be stripped off prepare, when you get there ”, the woman called after her.

Kayleigh raised her bridge player to indicate she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was undo, she pulled her branch out of the sleeve and threw it to the ground, revealing a lacy white bra. Unhitching the catch at the binding of her skirt, she pushed it down over her hips, paused slightly get let it devolve down her legs, then with a flimsy stumble, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was next, dropping to the trading floor to let on a pair of full, labialise breasts, with prominent dark garden pink tit, breasts that bounced enticingly as she ran.

Almost at the door now, she paused ; kicked her sandals off and reaching behind her, gripped her hair in her left field helping hand and reached across with her right field, to twist it up into a loosely knotted pony ass. It wouldn't win any awards for mode, but it would do what was needed !

She turned back towards the woman at the desk, shouted"Thanks ”, pushed her step-in down her legs, to break a neatly trimmed Triangle of disconsolate hair's-breadth at her groin, that belied the colouring of the hair on her brain, stepped out of the scanty, turned around, pulled the metal doorway open and stepped inside.

As she watched, the fair sex heard the public executioner ask Kayleigh to confirm her name, which she did, then instruct her to stand with her back to the wall, hands behind her back.

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a look of ruffle relief and collar on her grimace. Relief that she had managed to keep open her family from her own fate, apprehension, because of the pain and death to that was to come.

The threshold remained open and the cleaning lady heard the public executioner read out the explosive charge and the verdict. There was then a minute's silence, followed by a rattle as the soldiers prepared their weapons. She saw Kayleigh tense up and shut out her eyes, then with a audio like distant big H, it was all over. The woman saw a spattering of red cross appear across Kayleigh full breasts and saw her pushed violently backwards into the rampart behind her, where she stood motionless for a moment, before her legs gave way and she slid down the paries, leaving a red smear behind her. As her merchantman hit the story, she toppled onto her left over position to lay half in and half out the metallic element door, the blinking wounds in her boob clearly visible.

A few instant later a young officer appeared in the door and reached down to feel Kayleigh's neck for a pulse. Obviously feeling something, he drew his weapon system and placed the muzzle against the side of meat of her header. He looked up at the cleaning woman at the desk, mouthed the Son sorry and then pulled the trigger.

Kayleigh 's forefront jerked and a gouty arthritis of blood mix in with psyche matter shot out of the exit combat injury as the bullet slammed into the base beneath her. Her legs twitched once, twice, then she was still.

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...