I don't like the night. It scares me. Me, thelast man on earth. Afraid of the dark. But this apocalypse is nothinglike I am Legend. My fate pales into...significance against The Omega Mans.I wish the world were populated by blood sucking vampires or pasty facedzombies, something I could take a shotgun to in cathartic blood lust andrage. Something spine tingling to get the adrenaline going, to save mefrom this terrible boredom which a fate almost as bad as death. I've readevery dime novel on the. .. come pensi che possafarmi passare per piu' grande? e poi e' un negozio di intimo, non homai visto un uomo lavorarci e sarebbe anche strano... tu stessa haidetto che assumono solo donne...." Ecco... a proposito di questo punto....avevo una idea... forse tisembrer? strana all'inizio, ma ...."A quel punto ho cominciato a capire cosa avesse in mente...."NO NO E NO! scordatelo!" Ma pensaci! almeno fai la prova!" Stai scherzando? non mi vestir? mai da donna, sarei assolutamenteridicolo... e se poi. “Hi, honey,” he said.“You too,” she said, but she was looking down.“Honey?” said Owen.“Owen, I need to tell you something, something kinda big,” she said.“Abigail?” he said.“Owen, I’m pregnant and it might be his,” she said. The look on the face of her husband was something. But not something bad, not anger, not questioning, not anything that might have been expected. He seemed almost—relieved!“Owen?” she repeated. “Did you hear me, understand me?”“Uh—yes dear, I did,” he said.“Owen, what’s. It had been so fucking hot out that I decided to pour the water over my head and let it run down my body. I could see Mrs. Jones staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I slowly turned to face Mrs. Jones and began to walk directly towards her. I could tell that she sensed something was going to happen as she began to fidget her hair with her long supple fingers. As I approached I had not for one second shifted my eyes from her. She, on the other hand quickly looked away as soon as she.