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For the past week she had been telling herself that this was really a way for the state to scare her, that there was no real danger of being put to death. She stared at her reflection for a long moment, “No”, she thought, “this is real, it is not just a way to scare me, I won’t be alive this afternoon.” The brochures from the court (which she had read during her “last” week as japan she privately called it) Oral japanese Sex were explicit instructions for women (“There must be another set for men,” she thought.) who were under a death sentence. The information was blunt and to the point, it was mainly concerned with the condemned woman’s preparation for the “procedure” as they called it. No reference was made to an execution or hanging, just the “procedure.” The condemned were referred to as “patients.” Jessica was both upset and amused by the information. The brochure discussed recommended patient attire for the procedure—dressy but not too formal (no slacks, shorts or jeans were asian allowed) and strongly recommended taking care when they approached the procedure site, some women due to nervousness had tripped in their high heeled shoes and injured themselves. Jessica had grimly mused, “I certainly wouldn’t want to be ‘injured’ while I was being hanged. And I can’t be hanged in slacks, jeans, or shorts; they have a dress code for executions!” There were several paragraphs on sanitary precautions that the “patient” should take before the “procedure.” A second brochure explained the post-procedure activity (Jessica assumed that she would not need to concern herself with that). The post procedural activity included allowing the “patient” to remain on the apparatus for at least an hour to insure that the procedure was successful. “What an awful thing to do to someone,” thought Jessica, “I take this to mean that my body will hang on the gallows for an hour to make certain that I’m dead!” The next passage covered the removal of the patient to a post-procedural care facility (the morgue, she assumed) for examination and washing of the patient. There was also a scheduled Coroner’s Inquest and Post-procedure quality review, which would begin promptly at 3:30 PM on the day of the procedure. Jessica was not blowjob particularly interested in the “post-procedure” activity for an obvious reason. She was mildly amused by the verbiage and horrified by the matter of fact discussion. She did read the next brochure with a sad interest. A third brochure described the return of the patient to the family and the options (including costs) for funeral services. 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