The shower of dirt particles had me coughing and sneezing, rubbing at my eyes to clear my vision. I looked down at the ground, expecting to see the se...ial killer climbing his way out of the earth. From what I had read online, this was supposed to happen. Zombies were supposed to be slower, their reaction time a bit dulled out by the magic, specifically for just such instances as idiot teenagers trying to raise a prolific serial killer. What I saw, however, was not a slowly rising zombified. "Well?" "Well, because.." She held another short pause. "Well, I didn't get my cookie." She was awfully quite fond of cookies. The sugar cookie, to be exact. He took a great big sigh of relief, having made her some sugar cookies the afternoon earlier. He walked over to the fridge and took out one of the largest cookies she's ever seen. He came back over and stood back where he was. Handing it over to her, he softly smacked her butt and finally kissed her on the lips. He always loved her. “I want it so bad that it’s all I’ve been able to think about ever since Zoe told me about you. All her stories about the things you do to her…It keeps me up at night while I play with myself.” “What else!” “It distracts me in class and I have to squeeze my legs together for relief. Then I have to run to the bathroom as soon as class is over so I can…” She hesitated. Alex wouldn’t have it. “Keep going.” “Just so I can finger myself and cum thinking about how much I want your big…hard…cock.” . ’ The entire operating room staff ran back towards her. Patty was becoming very agitated when Doctor Coren said to her, ‘Patty, we don’t know what went wrong, but we will find out. Don’t make me sedate you. It will be easier to find the problem with you awake. Help me, so I can help you.’ She settled down, and nodded her head. Doctor Coren asked, ‘Patty can you use a computer?’ Patty looked at him as if he was crazy. Doctor Nall intervened. ‘Doctor, the president declared her a national.