I remembered when she’d gone to the bathroom a little while before, and I’d briefly thought about her in there, unsnapping her jeans, lowering the..., sitting on the toilet and wondering what kind of panties she had on. I admitted to myself, I wanted her.“We’re both frustrated,” she said. “Obviously we are attracted to each other. You want to eat pussy, and I’m aching for it. I’m going through a divorce. I haven’t been laid in two months. We can help each other.”“Karen, if I go down on you, I. ." Please, Jason." She stood, and let go of his hand, walking up to her room. She sat on the bed, and waited. A few minutes later he was leaning against her door frame."Hi." He said."Hi." Grinning, she sat back on her hands, her chest thrust forward."What if mom or dad found out?" Are you planning on telling them?" She asked, raising her eyebrow."When did my little sis turn into such a cheeky little thing." He laughed, pouncing on her, causing her to laugh out loud as he pulled her up, half on. Without anyone to look out for her, she was on her own. While the zombies hadn’t threatened her and didn’t object to her presence, those she might meet out in the woods on her own might not respond similarly. What’s more, she knew from experience that the few remaining humans tended to take advantage of the weak. They may even be worse, demanding concessions she was unwilling to meet in exchange for taking her in.Her mind made up, she headed out, seeing the last zombies well ahead of her, but. Way above her head, a row of black and white chequers showed where the guns would be. Guns! A French ship of war. Some refuge, this! They were days, weeks, months from England on a hostile ocean. They could yet end their lives in icy swirling oblivion...A menacing hook thudded into the side of their boat, and a sailor came swarming down a rope ladder to perch on the edge of the plunging craft as calmly as if he was stepping off a log. He squatted there like a gargoyle, peering into the.