Try for second base

From Create Your Own Story

While the getting’s good you reach up under Death’s shirt and cup her boob. It was cold to the touch, but not too big and not too small… perfect for a nice handful.

Her stunned look turns to rage as she tears your offending hand from her boob, “You dare defile me! For this you shall receive a punishment worse than death!”

She draws a one handed sickle from somewhere on her person and brings it up along your belly, disemboweling you with the precision.

You hear her cackle as your organs spill out in your hands, and you smell your own internals stench.

Then suddenly you awake. To your fate that’s worse than death:

• You are Jabba the hut’s sponge bather.
• You are the only woman at an all male prison planet
• Stuck in a cubicle full of meaningless and redundant paperwork.