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Introduction:

Written in the viewpoint of a young female who had the world at her feet
Not content with what was available, I wrote this with parts of all stories I collected to create as. Because my output slowed down over the last year and it was taking too long to finish (over 15 years), I planned to wrap it all up but recently lost my files before I could finish. Manage to retrieve this as last updated in over 18 months ago but it was too much work to do this again so call it a day and publish it as it is.

Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete it as your own version.

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Two weeks later Abigail awoke on next Friday morning. She couldn't get over how good her body felt. She slid from the bed and entered the bathroom ready to begin her daily routine. The 21 yr old beauty had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put hair back into a short pony tail and Slipping on her lacy bra over her shapely, firm, breasts... and snugging up the straps to avoid the dreaded "jogger's nipples"... she couldn't help but wonder if she was getting too athletic looking... would guys get turned off with a girl with strong thighs and tight waist? It wouldn't matter. got into her jogging suit and shoes for her usual run.

Springing off her back porch she got into her regular stride within 5 steps, keeping in step to the music in her Walkman. The path took her down a ravine and up to the shoulder of one of the many rural logging roads, of which there were many in the Pacific Northwest.

This road was particularly good because of the view over a secluded valley. Her run led her along a portion of the road that provided an amazing vista... an unobstructed view of the nearby mountain as well as a lower view of the towering pine below.

As she began to run; she thought about her day. Abigail was a real estate agent for her uncle Don's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a hundred miles north of there today to show a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued in the millions. If she could pull this off it would be by far her biggest sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would propose. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday night featuring her favorite rock group. If someone were watching Abigail they would have to admire her stride... the subtle bouncing of her restrained breasts... the muscles in her thighs and calves stiffening with each forward motion.. her shoulder length soft blond hair raising up and down with each bounce. Abigail was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a feeling this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her bedroom closet. Entering the bathroom; she let down the pony tail and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Abigail lingered surveyed for a moment in front of the full-length mirror admiring her now nude well-tanned 5'9"120 lb curvaceous figure; her tan was nice and even thanks to the tanning bed room in her basement where she could lock the door and tan in the nude. Her abdomen was still flat. She examined her breasts in the mirror. She wanted to be sexy for Brian; especially tonight. Walking into the bathroom Abigail took a couple of bath beads from her vanity case and started filling the bathtub. She placed her right foot on the edge of the tub and The tub was ready and so she slid over the side and down into the water. The warm water felt so good as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth and then shampooed her blond hair.

Her boyfriend told her quite often as he sucked them how nice and firm her tits were. She smiled and felt her nipples harden at the thought of him. She also felt a moistness between her legs as she looked at her bush above her pussy It was was dark and thick but she kept the area beside the lips free of hair. Her boyfriend David seemed to love eating her pussy almost as much as fucking it and was always telling her that she was one sexy piece of ass. Oh how she wanted and needed to be home with him, sharing a bed, making love. Just thinking about it made her so horny.

She realized that thinking of her husband had aroused her and she needed a release. She needed to be loved. She needed sex. She needed to be fucked. But she would have take care of her needs herself until she got home. She slowly ran the index finger of her right hand down her abdomen, past her belly button and through her pubic bush and let it circle around her clitoris. She had a sudden intake of breath as she felt her juices flowing. Her pale red fingernail trailed along her pussy lips before she slid the fingertip inside. Moving it in and out and around carefully; she started to moan softly. Her long legs were shaking. Her nipples were now fully erect. It had been a long time since she had been that easily aroused while by herself . Then a most powerful orgasm hit her. She arched her back and neck against the tub and planted her feet firmly against the slanted bathtub wall as her whole body shuddered violently from the wave of pure ecstasy that hit her. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling. Her moaning became a muffled scream as she placed her left hand to her mouth. As the waves of ecstasy began to subside; Abigail could feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She felt so alive and at the same time so relaxed now. She thought again about her father David. She Knew he was probably missing her as much as she was missing him.

Suddenly; Abigail's thoughts were jolted back to reality she had to get going. Turning off the shower; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her hair. A little more work and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a champagne colored lacy bra from her underwear drawer; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size 34C breasts. A matching pair of champagne colored lace-edged boy short panties slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a short black half-slip and a black camisole. Abigail sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy legs and into place. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lipstick and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four buttons on the front. Her short charcoal gray wool blend skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. Abigail stepped into her black high heels. She retrieved a black ribbon tie from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in front of the mirror; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car keys and locked the door as she went out.

Her small silver BMW was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. Several miles down the interstate the traffic came to a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam doesn't last long; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fire truck went speeding past on the median. Abigail surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The line of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell phone to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hour ago to meet her. When asked if they had a cell phone; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane didn't like those things. Abigail began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and didn't want anything to screw it up. She just dreads the grueling parent conferences. Even though she knows that her shapely legs, nice firm ass, well-formed breasts and slim athletic build help smooth out many sticky points that may arise. Frequently during conferences Abigail has noticed the dads agreeing with her on every point as she catches them staring at her ass or breasts.

After an hour and 25 min; the traffic finally began to move slowly. Abigail had to make up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was curvy but there wasn't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side as fast as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Abigail rounded the next curve at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp wood logs lying the road. Her emerald green eyes flew open in surprise. She didn't have time to hardly react before her tires struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short guard rail and down the hill side which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car wheels touched ground and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the hill; the BMW hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Abigail was wearing her seat belt; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left side of her head now impacted the driver’s side window with enough force to crack the window, she was thrown forward against the dash and windshield and then bounced against the back of the front seat. At the bottom of the hill; Abigail's car rolled over a small grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver's side door slightly ajar.

She was weakening rapidly; a small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. She began to wonder how long it was going to take for her to die, and what spectators would do to her body after she was dead. She thought of lying there for hours. She thought of the morgue attendants cracking jokes when they unzipped her out of her body bag, and saw her in sexy Victoria’s Secrets lingerie. She had imagined her body lying in repose in a casket afterwards. But she had never ever wanted or expected this to happen. She thought of her with police, and crime scene investigators standing all around her, taking photographs. She had always herd the stories of what they do when they get a young sexy woman in the morgue; then slice and diced, poked and probed during an autopsy before being buried in a cold grave. “I don’t want to die, not like this.” she cried to herself. She realized that her time was almost up, it would only be a few more seconds now and it would all be over, still she was terrified. Her attractive face took on a look of desperation. Her mind was full of whirling images, Abigail's last thoughts were of her family in Virginia. Oh David" she thought", How I wish I was with you safe in your arms, my darling". She came to rest on her back the bottoms of her satin high heels scooting against the floor with last death twitches while her legs spread wide open. Her tongue of her mouth protruded and lolled out bloody foam welled from her mouth as she tried to suck precious air. Abigail's Exquisite blue eyes became blindly fixed in a death stare in tortured exhausted incredulity into space. “Mother…” Abigail tried to speak, as a tear ran down her cheek and With that thought; her heart beat one last time and her earthly vision faded to black her last breath drifted out of her body. Death spasms rippled in the muscles of her gorgeous athletic slim legs. In a shudder that ran along the body and with a the sound of a death rattle from her throat, Abigail's arms fell back, her head rolled slightly to the right side. A trickle of blood slid out of her mouth. But her soul and spirit were very much alive. Her expression seems peaceful and satisfied.

The last earthly image she saw was a series of bright lights/circles beckoning her toward it as her soul/spirit was released. Suddenly; there was no more pain and suffering. She still had the ecstatic orgasmic smile on her face seen just before the crash. A figure dressed in white held out it's hand to take her's from her body and lifted toward heaven and said "Welcome, Abigail, I've been expecting you. I need your lovely alto voice to sing in the heavenly choir". She immediately recognized the figure as the Lord Jesus Christ as soon as she touched his hand; her soul/spirit had a new heavenly body, clothed in a white gown, more beautiful than her earthly body had ever been. Abigail Miller was in heaven. Her eyes were wide open, pale blue eyes stared in the last outrage of death and horror.
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