“My sons tell me they recused you from an attacker.” I stare into the tea for a moment before answering “They did, if it wasn't for them showing...up I don't know what would have happened to me. I'm forever grateful. They're also quite honorable men. You've taught them well, it's a rare trait to find anymore.”“I also have been told that my sons are quite taken with you.” I hear 3 cups abruptly hit the table in the background.Mikey leans into me and whispers, “He's being subtitle.” I hear three. " At least I know. Thanks for coming." The M-60 fired another short burst. He looked both ways down the street, then back at her. His eyes were wet, but she knew he wouldn't admit to it. "Give me five minutes and I'll empty the pantry."The M2 boomed again and a zombie's head exploded. "Make it three, we have another stop."His eyes flicked to the gunner who'd just fired, and he nodded. The boxes were heavier than they looked. She opened one, ammunition and a pair of pistols.Four minutes later. I had to tell him I had never had a guy do that to me. It was like telling a baker you’d never had cake before. I think that sealed our fate. He announced to me one day that, “All white guys do NOT have small dicks. That is a total stereotype!” I was like, “Okay, thank you for that information!” I was wondered why he felt the need to tell me that. He said that he would definitely prove his statement to me and show me just how false this stereotype was. Who was I to argue with him? I was. ..but not great." What happened?" I asked."Someone wrote some shit on my locker. No big deal, guys do it all thetime trying to hassle each other. Probably that prick Chuck and hisdumbass friend Rick. They're the only ones on the team that don't like mebecause Chuck wanted to be QB."Phew - I was out of the woods. Martin hadn't connected Cat to the crime.And it didn't even bother me that he thought I - the real me - was aprick, because I had been, to him. And I was starting to feel bad aboutit.