It probably didn’t even recognize her. And it didn’t move when Elsa shook her. Anal sex Mind racing, Elsa imagined a new and better body for it, a perfect body. It lay on the slab, pale and perfect, like a statue of an angel, but unmoving and unaware. When the body was done the old, perfect skin had to be attached to it. Elsa would stay up all night looking at it. She shed her clothes and climbed onto the slab, straddling the body between her legs. Kissed its unmoving lips and rubbed its hips, its thighs, its stomach. Arms that felt solid when they held her close. That meant Elsa had to go shopping. Then it stirred. Her creation became whole with time, but she had fallen apart. She shed her clothes and climbed onto the slab, straddling the body between her legs. She remembered the electricity of their touch; maybe the skin would remember too. One she would make herself. As she wiped her tears in the bathroom mirror, she understood: She saw the wrinkles in her face, the wear, the marks of age.
