As I am staring down at this latest message, my phone begins to buzz; once again jolting me from a trance. It’s my wife, Linda. I swipe to answer.�...Hey, baby.”“Hi, hun. You busy?”“When am I not? What’s up?”“I’ll get right to it then. I got a friend request on Facebook this morning from your ex, Julie.” She pauses. “Do you know anything about that? Is she fucking crazy?”“Fuck. I honestly don’t know, baby. She sent me a weird text today, too. Just ignore her, okay? She’ll go away.”“You have been. I love to suck on your titties and feel your ass. I like to have my cock in your mouth and feel you sucking on it." Ohhhh, Billy!" Donna mewled, stroking the cheeks of his ass, trailing her fingers up and down the crack.Billy was warmed up, and the words tumbled from his mouth. "I wanna put my cock in your hot cunt and fuck you and stick it between your titties so you can kiss the end! I wanna feel your ass and play with your wet cunt and touch your asshole, Mother. I wanna stick my fingers ;n. A real killing machine, even in my inexpert hands. Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to pull the cut a little, and it would go through like hot wire through butter. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can. By the end of the first day with Dee’s help we had the house clean before we went to bed. She snuggled with me in bed as we had done many times. As kids growing up we often held each other in bed,not sexual just comforting one another through broken relationships. After her working my butt off for a couple of days we finally got my home back to normal. I thought I would reward her for her help.Dinner and a movie were things we used to do a lot, mainly because my mom wanted us to be closer..