In the office, we were normal. And whenever we got time alone, we tried holding each other’s hand tightly. She became my girlfriend.One day, I was c...ming in the car to the office. I asked her to wear leggings and a short kurta. We had overtime in the office that day. By the time we started going home, it was 12. I thought this was my day. I took the car to a dark place where there were not many people.We chatted regarding this the previous day and she first said, no. But I asked her I want to. I'm starving.” Marissa took a deep breath, then nodded, not trusting her voice at all. Patrick nodded back and walked off into one of the private wings of the house. Letting out the breath she didn't realize she was holding, she headed for the kitchen on unsteady legs. It didn't strike her until a bit later that that was the first time Patrick had so much as touched her, or actually smiled at her, in days. * “This is delicious, Marissa,” said Patrick, as he methodically made his way through. Good riddance to them and it couldn’t happen to nicer folks.“That’s not all, of course. The fuckers are pushing in all directions, though at least any progress toward Waynesboro was broken, small as it was, by you guys. I keep dreading the reports of which city or town is next to be taken by these vicious pricks and their populations massacred wholesale. The way that they are bringing in more of them and also slaughtering the civilians of this state, the population will never be the same, of. " Me too." I said feeling relieved.The next couple of Friday and Saturday nights we stayed in watching TV and movies. It seemed that those were the two days that all the parties and dates happened. We heard about several other girls on our floor coming out, but overall we just tried to keep to ourselves. Late one night there was a knock on our door. It was Rebecca who lived across the hall. Her body was shaking."Can I stay in here?" She asked."Sure what happened?" I replied"I came home tonight.