A pair of black knee high boots with killer heels, over a pair of fishnet stockings that you could just see the top of underneath a red and white plai... skirt. Over that she wore a tight low cut top and she had obviously gone to the trouble of propping up her cleavage, something I noticed she had been doing a lot lately, even at school. She looked as she probably intended to look: like one of the dirtiest, sluttiest nymphos in the neighbourhood. It was no coincidence that she only went out when. Lumbering over the man the undead ghoul leaned over and ripped out a large chunk of flesh and muscle right from his neck, then it went for his assistant. The miracle of the dead return immediately showed to be much more of a curse.Rapidly stories of similar events started to dot the country, hospitals, funeral homes, even prisons, all began to tell terrifying reports of the dead in their buildings coming back and attacking the nearest living person with no other goal other than to feed on their. I shook my head, telling myself that those sort of things only happen in sex magazines.I walked through the doorway into the lounge room and the sight that greeted my eyes nearly had me creaming in my pants. Carla was sitting on a single lounge chair facing the door. Other than black stockings, a suspender belt and black stilettos, she was stark naked. If that was not enough, what really caught my attention was the fact that she had each silken clad leg d****d over the arms of the lounge. Her. Am I making another mistake by waiting? Should I trust this woman, Antoinette? What is the right thing for me to do?"She shook her head sadly and pulled a chair close to the side of the bed. She anxiously sat to wait for whatever the future had in store for the man she loved as a son and the woman he so obviously adored. She bit her lower lip and silently began to pray.The young man's face registered shock and then quickly became highly agitated."Monsieur Daae ... oh, pardon moi ... I mean,.