Trying to keep quiet with his formidable weapon inside me as I crouched wasn’t easy and he never knew when to quit!So I travelled with my pet zombie... my vibrator now a relic of my lonely past as I had all the sex I needed, when I wanted it and for as long as I could stand! I had become somewhat gate-legged of late and of all things a little podgy? I had developed a taste for alien meat, really you went there? And my zombie lover, boyfriend, animated fucking machine was a good hunter. I ate too. I told Eve, "The queen is very unlikely to call me tonight, so we have as much time as you wish. How would you like to start?"Eve practically lit up like a light fixture. "Wonderful, we have plenty of time for me to teach you some foreplay. That is something that I really like, but I rarely get as much as I want. Lie down, and we will start off with some kissing." I won't bore you with all of the details, but Eve started me out with the basics of kissing, but her impatience showed through, and. He could reinvent himself as Patricia Summers.Pat's compulsion to dress as a woman had grown stronger over the past year, and perhaps it was inevitable that he would have been led to this path. In any event, his vulnerability following the trauma of the morning, and the unique opportunity presented by his brush with death, fueled his fixation and emboldened him to live out his fantasies.As he moved down the quiet street, Pat took stock of his situation. He was dressed in a cheap sweat suit and. Please don't kill my family," he pleaded. He felt a hand grab his face firmly, then pull away, and then another firm slap. He was sobbing. Scared out of his mind he sat there in his underwear on a kitchen chair that he was tied to. "This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his underwear being cut off from the right side of his hips. .