That girl you have the hotts for, maybe a friend, or someone you used to date? The way you look at her, and want her so bad it burns. You check out her ass, and look all arouind her. You forget that she is still a person. Underneath that hot, tight shirt is a bra. That sexy bra holds those breasts in all day. Under that bra, are two breasts. Two firm breasts. Under those breasts, is a pair of lungs. The chest that goes in and out with each breath she takes. Under those tits is a big muscle, her heart pumping like a fist inside of her. You forget that she is a person, that she is just a regular human. She has a pulse, she has a heart beat. She has a unique rhythym to her heartbeat. All day, that heart fires electrical signals forcing the heart to pump. One small misfire, and it can all be over. She did not realize when she put on her sports bra, and tight paanites that she could spend her last day in them.
Once that heart misfires, the pumping stops. She drops to the floor. Once the sound of the heart and breathing stops, the loud violent sound of CPR, the ER and resusitation take over. The heart beat is replaced with the sound of the defibrillator shocking her, and her body violently twitching, with her eyes half open. The heart beats so nicely, but when the sound stops, especially at a young age, the violent sounds of working and coding her take over. But once that long tone on the monitor shows a falt line, it turned off. Then, total silence. From heartbeat, to chaos, to silence. Now she lies there, with a tube in her mouth, eyes fixed and staring sideways. There is no movement inside of her, no activity, not even a slight shint of a heartbeat or any slight indication that her heart is ever trying. All that is left is her shirt on the floor, and her bra laying next to her, drapped over her hand as her arm lays over the bed, hanging lose with an IV still in it. Her tight blue jeans slightly pulled down, and you can see just top line of her panties, and a touch of her pubic hair. She looks so hot under the bright lights. Then you notice, one tennis shoe is missing, and it is laying on the floor, becuase the last shock to her heart was sto violent, she kicked off her shoe. That's all that ism left. Now here is what is left of me after the same situation. Just a naked body that was coded, and time was called. My heart failed me, but here is the evidence that ther tried to work my body.
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