"In a few years, Dan. I promise," she'd said.He choked back a sob and placed the picture back on the desk. Guiltover his part in the tragedy boiled to...the surface. 'Why did I let herkeep working? I should have put my foot down.' But he knew in his heartthat Marissa had been a strong-willed girl who'd have surely resistedany attempt to change her mind.She'd been dead for nearly three years and he still grieved. He'd begundating eight months earlier, but none of the five or six girls he'dseen had. However, I was not able to see her reaction but I heard the low moan that escaped, on seeing hardness.She stood up and pulled the boxers down my legs and onto the floor. She was unable to tear her eyes away from me as she bent to rinse the washcloth once more. Gently she placed the cool cloth around my waist and began wiping my stomach, her hand slowly moving closer and closer to my manhood. Burning desire rushed through me as the back of her hand touched the head of my dick. I was unable to. I take all her clothes off as she wanks my cock, I then lay her down and put my fingers deep inside her and she starts to moan and before I knew it released a big gushing spray all over the bed making those noises only squirters make as it left hernbody, she looked up at me with still with a look of embarrassment, we were both covered in it but before she could say anything I'd already got the condom on and was feeding my cock into her dripping pussy. It slid straight in and I pushed as far as. So out she went. So far, grief hadn’t struck. It was easy to keep it tucked on the back shelf of her mind as she started to brainstorm just how to find wildlife and then how to kill it. Shit. How’m I gonna cook it? She added learning to make fire to her to do list. When Dad kicked her out, she stayed at a hotel until she found a more permanent place to lodge. She walked across the parking lot—had only one corpse in it, post Fever. Past that was the Tire Warehouse, Bulk Barn, and A&W. Eighteen.