I let out a sigh of relief and got back to work.March 8, 1989, Chicago, IllinoisI arrived at the dojo a couple of minutes before noon and unlocked the...doors. I went into Sensei Jim’s office - my office! - and shut the door. I quickly put on my gi and folded my clothes and put them in the cupboard with the soap and deodorant I’d brought to the dojo so I could shower.My students arrived and went to the changing rooms and were lined up so that I could start at exactly 12:10pm by the dojo clock.. I suppose someone running from a zombie mob might neglect to take the time to shut the doors behind them, or might open a door not realizing there were zombies on the other side. Contrary to popular fiction, zombies are quiet, no moaning or attemptsat recruitment. No infectious bites, as far as I knew, either, and they weren't dead, just brain dead. They breathe, and bleed, and eat, and shit themselves, andprobably fart and stomach rumble. They would all be dead in a few months no doubt.Ok, I. " "OK Dad, I just might do that." "By the way Tim, if you want to play with your cock while you watch, that is alright. I can't see how you could avoid it, we will probably make you feel very horny." That night, Gran and I had just gone to bed and I was kissing her passionately, the way we always did. We didn't notice at first, but Tim crept into the room and sat on the chair near the dresser. We purposely avoided speaking to him, and let him settle down and get comfortable. After all, this was. "There you are, Sam," my mother said. "Now, let's set some groundwork.For now on, everyone (including myself) will now refer to you as Jessica.Jess we'll call Marie {her middle name} for the time being. This will beyour room now and Marie will be living in your room. Any questions?" Yes," I said. "Do we really have to go this far? I just thought that Iwould learn the routines and then I would only have to pretend to be herfor the competition. I don't know if I can do this? I really don't thinkI.