After the photo shoot I had to double-bag the body.

I carried down the stairs as nonchalantly as possible. But the entire time my eyes were darting about. I was the epitome of furtive movement. I walked swiftly, but tried not to look like I was in a hurry. I'm not sure I was successful.

Every sound my head darted toward like a raptor on the hunt.

When I finally tossed the bag into the dumpster it was with a sigh of relief but I will be on pins and needles until garbage day.

Could you imagine what the neighbors would think of me if they discovered the origins of the grisly contents of that bag?

*shudder*