two dicks, and one hand. how inconvenient that would have been if they had all been attached to the same person. i thought there had been more somewhere, but didn't take the time to look, too disturbed by the slumber party's morbid transformation into something closer resembling a mass grave. the three appendages had been left overnight on a plate, and as willingly as it had seemed to go down the night before, all i could think was disposal. i can't go to jail. i threw them in a plastic bag, tied it up, and tried to make it look as inconspicuous as possible. everywhere i could think of to dump it seemed too obviously traceable back to me, to us. i didn't get into this mess by myself, but here i am, left alone to clean it up. i figured they would eventually be discovered in the junkyard, and my finger prints were everywhere.