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Disclaimer: Dead Like Me belongs to DLM Productions, MGM Television and Brian
Fuller. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 07/07/2007

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex,
male/female sex

Category: Het

Pairing: Georgia 'George' Lass/m

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Other Notes: This AU story takes place after one of the episodes of the
Showtime series.

Summary: Georgia gets a post-it with a name on it and goes to the local park
to reap that soul, only to discover that the name on the post-it is the last
name of a face from the past.

Dedications: None so far.
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Dead Like Me: Thinking Back
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

My name is Georiga 'George' Lass and I guess that I'm still pretty much
living an a-okay life, even though I was an 18-year-old employee of Happy
Time Temporary Services on my lunch-break just before I had gotten hit by
a zero-G toilet seat that had came from a deorbiting Mir space station and
a grim reaper for the 'external influence' division.

And even though I had found myself becoming a close friend to the other
reapers in the division -- whose names were Rube Sofer, Roxy Harvey, Daisy
Adair and Mason -- and started performing the duty of collecting the souls
of those human beings who were about to die by accidental means anyway,
my former life has really gone from bad to totally crappy.

You see, my mother -- Joy -- and father -- Clancy -- were in the process of
getting a divorce and it was due to my own father allowing himself to have a
hot and steamy sexual affair with one of his students at the local college,
which has pissed my mom off and only my younger sister -- Reggie -- was
allowing herself to stay with her and offer some moral support.

And you know, even though I truly understand that I have this new job to do
and I was unable to tell anybody -- even my own fucking family -- about it,
there was still a small voice inside of me and it was saying to me, "What
the fucking hell is wrong with you, you dumb-ass bitch?You're Georgia Lass,
not the fucking Grim Reaper!Just get off you fucking ass and go tell some
shit-head asshole already!"

However, I was unable to let myself listen to that small voice due to all of
the reaping that I had to do, but that was before I had recieved this one
post-it that has the name 'McCormack' on it and decided to go over to the
local city park with the thought that it was just another job for me to do.

But as soon as I had arrived at the park and noticed a young and handsome
stud with dark-brown hair sitting all alone on one of the park benches, I
had gently swiped my hand on his shoulder, only to have him turn his head
towards me and let me discover that the name on that post-it was the last
name of A.J. McCormack, my old high-school sweetheart.

And after he had noticed that I was standing right where I was with my eyes
wide and my bottom jaw nearly dropped into the tenth level of hell, A.J. has
allowed a small smile to appear on his lips and said, "Georgie, it really is
great to see you again. I mean, when I had heard the news about your death,
I had thought that they were serious. But as far as I could see, I really am
glad to discover that it was all just a sick joke."

And then, after I had heard what he has said to me with those wonderful brown
eyes of his, I had allowed a single tear to run down my cheek, let out a sigh
and said, "Well, A.J.! I really wish that it was... I mean, what I'm really
trying to say is that...!" only to have him place the tips of his fingers on
my lips and said, "No, Georgie. You don't have to say anything right now.
It'll keep. Right now, would you like to come with me to my place for a
little lunch?"

And of course, even though I had tried to force the truth out of my own
mouth, all I had done was nod my head in response to his question just in
time for the both of us to leave the park and go over to this wonderful loft
apartment that he has allowed himself to live in.

And after we had walked into the apartment and I had noticed -- to my
delight -- just how wonderfully-decorated it was, A.J. has placed his gentle
hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, Georgie. Why don't you go ahead and take
a nice warm shower, while I figure out what I should make for us to have for
lunch. Okay?"

And then, after I had said 'okay' to him, I had gone into the bathroom, where
I had stripped off all of my clothes, turned on the water, stepped into the
shower and started rubbing soap all over my bare-ass naked body just before
A.J. has walked into the bathroom to see if I was in need of something.

But as soon as he had noticed that I had began thinking back to all of the
hot and romantic dates that we had once gone on together and started pumping
two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy and carressing my own tits
with the other hand, A.J. has taken all of his clothes off and began stroking
his stiff cock just before he has stepped into that same shower and placed
his gentle hands on my shoulders, causing me to quickly turn myself around
and look at him like I was about to ask, "What the fucking hell are you
doing? Have you gone out of your fucking mind?"

But just as I was about to get that first word out, I had suddenly found
myself looking at A.J.'s eyes for about a minute or two just before we had
kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips and I had allowed him to
start licking all over my nude body -- all the way down to my hot, moist
snatch and carressing my firm breasts.

And after I had placed my hands on his bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, A.J.! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" the both of us had laid our nude bodies down on the
floor of the shower just in time for A.J. to turn himself around and allow
me to start sucking on his stone hard dick, causing me to realize that I
was able to experience the one thing that I had never experienced with
anyone since my accidental death before, for I was experiencing pure and
untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after we had finished taking our shower together and moved
ourselves out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, the both of us had laid
our nude bodies on the bed and A.J. has placed his stiff cock inside my
asshole and used each of his hands to carress both my stiff mounds and hot
and steamy cunt, causing me to place one of my hands on his bare shoulder
and the other hand on his bare arm and yell at the top of my lungs,
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, A.J.! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT
OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally moved itself away from the other grim reapers, both
A.J. and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with
our naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, after I had finally told him about my death and my newfound
exsistance as a grim reaper, a surprisingly-understanding A.J. has placed
his gentle hand on my cheek and said, "Look, Georgie. I really am glad that
you had told me the truth. And if you were to ask me, you really shouldn't
be a grim reaper to begin with. Now, I think that now is the time for us to
get ourselves out of town and to a place where we could really live a full
and rich life together. Agreed?"

And if you want to know the answer to that question, it really is quite
simple, because all you have to do is just take a trip over to a small
college town of Berea, Ohio and look a newly-transplanted couple whose
names are A.J. and Gennifer McCormack, because they will be us... and
we'll be happy to see you.

THE END!

    

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