The black Porsche convertible security screeched into the car park, coming to a halt in the bay nearest the principal doors in a cloud of dust ; the woman driving it chuck out open the doorway and leaving it wide open, ran towards the entrance. She was a 32 twelvemonth old long-haired blond, wearing a E. B. White blouse, a unforesightful greyness suit skirt and high heeled sandals. Her hair was relax around her shoulders.

Reaching the room access of the edifice, she flung it open wide and rushed through into the all-encompassing brightly lit reception area. Pausing a second to get her bearings, she spotted the response desk and ran towards it calling in a garish voice.

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

The woman behind the desk, a cleaning lady of about 40 with her dour tomentum pulled into a loose gnarl and wearing the disastrous and white uniform of the Department of Corrections, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.

"figure ?"she snapped.

"Kayleigh McEnany ”.

"You are of late,"the department of fudge factor woman said"I was just about to issue the stock-purchase warrant for your family"

"I know"Kayleigh responded,"there was a big flock up on the freeway, and I couldn't get a signaling to telephone"

Kayleigh had been convicted of embezzlement and fraud while in role 10 daylight earlier, a capital criminal offense, but had been released for the 10 days prescribed by law in order to"put her affaire in society"before her execution. The coming back of the condemned prisoners was very simply enforced. If they didn't, then their partners, children, parents and other close relatives ( all of whom were electronically tagged during the cognitive operation ), would be executed instead. When the process had been introduced 25 years earlier, few thought it would work, but a few high-profile examples of whole folk being put to death had quickly ensured almost total compliance.

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

"Please, please"pleaded Kayleigh,"I did try, honestly. It's not fair to execute my whole sept, 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 door shut with a loud thunk !

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

After about 5 arcminute the other fair sex returned.

"I've spoken to the duty public executioner and he says they will make an elision if you can be quick right now. They've actually finished all the others, so you'll pauperism to go straight on down to the instruction execution chamber and be stripped set up with your hair's-breadth up, when you get there"

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

"Right down to the far end"The DoC woman snapped, pointing to a large alloy doorway set into the wall at the far end of a corridor running off to the left wing 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 ready, when you get there ”, the fair sex called after her.

Kayleigh raised her hand to indicate she had heard, and started unbuttoning her blouse as she ran. As soon as it was done for, she pulled her weaponry out of the sleeve and threw it to the ground, revealing a lacy white bra. Unhitching the catch at the back of her skirt, she pushed it down over her hip, paused slightly get let it fall down her legs, then with a slight lurch, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was side by side, dropping to the floor to reveal a pair of full, rounded bosom, with outstanding shadow pink nipple, 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 hand and reached across with her rightfulness, to wrench it up into a loosely knotted shot glass empennage. It wouldn't win any awards for style, but it would do what was needed !

She turned back towards the woman at the desk, shouted"Thanks ”, pushed her panty down her legs, to unwrap a neatly trimmed triangle of dark tomentum at her groin, that belied the color of the hair on her chief, stepped out of the scanty, turned around, pulled the metal doorway open and stepped inside.

As she watched, the woman heard the public executioner ask Kayleigh to confirm her public figure, which she did, then instruct her to fend with her back to the wall, hands behind her back.

Kayleigh did as she was instructed, a look of mixed relievo and apprehension on her face. Relief that she had managed to save up her family from her own fate, apprehension, because of the pain and death to that was to come.

The door remained open and the woman heard the executioner read out the charge and the finding of fact. There was then a moment's secrecy, followed by a rattle as the soldiers prepared their artillery. She saw Kayleigh strain up and shut her eyes, then with a audio like distant thunder, it was all over. The woman saw a splash of red cross appear across Kayleigh good breasts and saw her pushed violently backwards into the rampart behind her, where she stood motionless for a moment, before her wooden leg gave way and she slid down the wall, leaving a red smear behind her. As her bottom hit the floor, she toppled onto her left side to lay half in and one-half out the metal doorway, the all-fired lesion in her chest clearly visible.

A few arcsecond later a young ship's officer appeared in the room access and reached down to sense Kayleigh's neck opening for a pulse rate. Obviously feeling something, he drew his weapon system and placed the muzzle against the side of her head. He looked up at the cleaning lady at the desk, mouthed the word sorry and then pulled the trigger.

Kayleigh 's head jerked and a gout of blood merge with mastermind thing shot out of the exit wound as the bullet slammed into the floor beneath her. Her legs twitched once, twice, then she was still.

It was all over. Kayleigh had been duly processed.

To be continued ...