Merry Christmas, my fellow smut lovers! It's that time of the year when Santa plays peeping Tom on us, under the pretense of giving free gifts. Yeah, ya ain't fooling anyone, SANTA!. This is a story that got stuck in my head and refused to leave until I let it out the only I know how that is not having sex... Writing smut. I hope you enjoy this and enjoy the festivity.

Everything revs by at breakneck speed as you sail through the air. You defy the bullshit of gravity within the span of that moment. Then you crash, hard! Smack dab, in the middle of the road. You could hear a splintering sound that echoes your descent, a painful guess tells you it's your bone. All of it. Blood pours from your orifices and stain the ground below.

You are not sure what hit you at first. But you catch the sight of a white and gold colored hotrod as it streaks by. You don't blame the driver. It's either run or be arrested. Most of it was your fault anyways. And now, you've learnt a grave lesson that the highway is no place for brooding. You just had a lot on your mind. You got into a mess with your professor and he threatened to fail you. If you fail his course, you will flunk out of school, if you flunk out of school, your poor parents will be heartbroken.

You are walking home when it happened. The growing dread about your failure dulled your perception to the oncoming vehicle and long story short, you're now bleeding to death on the highway. Just another life to be claimed by the Brighton Highway.

You suppose it could be a lot worse. At least the car was kind enough to only leave your body broken beyond repair but still intact. It's so much better than being turn to bloody paste. You wouldn't to cause too much stress for the ambulance when they come to scrape your hide off the street.

Your vision starts to blur at the edges and your hold on life slips inch by inch. 'Good bye, Mom and Dad, I'm so sorry...' You'd say more if you could but pain is just too much. You can't hold... One last twitch.

...One last breath.

And the light blinks out, just like a lighted candle amidst an hurricane.

That's the day Jamie McKinley, born 1999-2019, died.

As a man, casting off worn out garments taketh new ones, so the dweller in the body, entereth into ones that are new.