"Hi Herb!  Will you be my friend?" I asked him as I mashed the side of
his head in with a box of stove top.  I took his lack of reply as a "no" answer.
Slightly angred, I reached into his pants and ripped his penis off - which I
lobbed at Bobby's still screaming mother.  It landed with a nice <splat> at her
feet, spraying her with blood and matter.  She looked at the severed member on
the floor and a bizarre look came upon her face.  She licked her lips, then
started to remove her sweatshirt.  Yep, she was definitely undressing.  Off came
the sweatshirt, then her shoes, and jeans.  By now, our little aisle had
attracted some attention.  All eyes had left me and focused on the now-nude
mother of Bobby.

        I noticed the moisture beginning to form on the red lips of her shaved
vagina as she sat down on the floor.  She stretched and spread her legs - then
took the limp, bleeding dick in a hand.  With her other hand, she spread her
cunt apart, then slid in the dead dildo.  The eyes of the people watching her
opened in surprise and shock as she began to moan in pleasure as she slid it in
and out of herself.