Again she refused. I told her I gonna invite people downstairs to take turn on her if she refused. Still she didn't want to, John then say he had enou...h, turn off my camcorder and he wears his shirt and help Samantha to wear her dress. He carry her to the car didn't want people to peek on her again. Trying to protect her, I went to the car as well. She hug me saying she love me. I hug her back and apologize to her. John was acting hero and the whole trip we didn't do much other than Samantha. "Joseph laughed at his brother's joke. "Alright Trent, thanks for having me." No fuckin problem Joe, come round anytime you fuckin want. I'd visit you but I'm not the most mobile of motherfuckers, not that I need to talk to you about fuckin family members." How long are you going to make jokes like that?" You think you'll ever leave Leanne?" No, never." Then I'll never fuckin stop. I'll see you around Joe." Same, bye."Joseph left Trent's house and headed home, now on his own Trent did some. Maybe we’ve learned some things to go along with our better bodies and more acute minds, but that’s probably wishful thinking from an old man.Speaking of bodies and minds, whatever happened to us survivors has made us, well, improved, I suppose you could say. Our descendants also share those traits, which has been a huge reason we’re as far along today. I’m not a doctor, but I do know that people rarely get sick, and I’ve even seen two people bitten by rattlesnakes just get something like a. Sam was looking down at my face and his expression changed, he suddenly looked mean. “You look like shit that make-up smeared all over your face. You really are a whore.” And as I looked up at him, I almost told him that he had make-up smeared all over his face too, from all the kissing we’d done. But with that look in his eyes, I didn’t dare say anything. I could feel his fingertips on my face, smearing the make-up even more. “Hot little slut,” he cooed, and then kissed me. And after a.