My new school had almost that many in my class alone. The principal wouldn’t meet with everyone who had a problem. That’s what guidance counselors...and other peons were for.Apparently, my silence while I contemplated this was not unexpected and he—Mr. Gieseke—continued right on, talking to my mother. They discussed what I’d been studying at home and he seemed happy that I had my Algebra workbook and the papers I was supposed to write for English. Human Geography was all reading and tests I would. Most people tend to forget that gas does go bad and has an expiration date. They never mentioned that on those zombie shows or movies. I helped go over the layout of the pens that would be set up over the week and my plans to bring some of the animals back. Not so oddly, people couldn't wait to see dogs and cats again. This one event gave everyone hope. As the day passed, night began to arrive and I'd arranged for fireworks to be fired off over the ocean to cancel out any risks of fire.I joined. "Jill, I can't believe how much your cooking has developed. This meal was something special and thanks for the great wine Dave. It's been a great evening." Peter said after dinner."Before we have coffee, I think we should have dessert" Jill said getting up from the table. She walked over to the bed and pulled her T-shirt off, revealing that she wearing nothing under it. She lay down on the bed and said "are you going to come and get your sweets?"Both men quickly stood up, shed their clothes and. I responded yes, yes I’ll do anything. Looking me over he said no, infact you don’t have to do anything. Not yet anyway. With that he moved back to his chair but before sitting down he opened the curtains to the living room. Now understand there was two floor to ceiling working window and a ten foot plate glass window between them, an actual wall of windows. And there I stand on the couch naked centered up with the whole thing. Luckily where our house was you couldn’t drive through but sadly.