The woman went to the car and began putting things inside: backpack, purse, lunchbox. The zombie took a small step forward, almost afraid to move. A l...w, guttural grunt escaped him. There were the people he had come for. The boy and the woman. ‘Barry!’ The boy continued swinging. He looked over his shoulder at his mother and smiled. ‘I’m counting to three, young man,’ she said. ‘One, two…’ The boy jumped off the swing. At that instant, the wind changed. A breeze wafted up, carrying the scent. In fact if she wasn’t so unsure of her own desirability, she would swear he cherished her. These were foreign feelings for Linda and it was proving to be a heady experience. She was thinking to herself that this was her first authentic date of her life. To be sure, throughout the years guys have asked her out for a date like a movie, dinner, drinks at a bar etc. However because of her reputation as a slut and a whore, her dates’ main if only intention was to get into her pants with no interest. I thought this was a little weird at first but I liked the idea of helping her in general so I went along with it. I followed her into the unisex changing rooms after class.Her:So I'm in the shower, and I'm sweaty as hell from class, so I'm just trying to cool myself down and wash off. I like my showers hot, the water is cascading down my curves, the water reflecting in the neon strip lights. I was looking forward to my date but I had to admit, I liked the idea of being with him a little more.. Nothing was too trivial, or too secret. Our talks pushed us deeper, and deeper into intimacy, and dependency towards each other.When my three-month deadline finally hit, we were at a point, where we needed to see each other daily, sometimes even hourly. Mornings I would either wake up to my telephone ringing in my ear, or it was the first thing I reached for after getting up. At noon, in the cafeteria, we unconsciously gravitated to sitting together. Evenings and weekends found us again, no.