He said “How many feet?” She said “None. It’s a fucking snake, mate!”I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new d...ntist. I noticed his diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, grey-haired. "Died. But have you? Been laid, that is?" I haven't been with a man since Ken," she said, actually telling a little white lie of omission. True, she had not been with a man in any way, but she had developed a relationship with Janet, Ken's partner, the lesbian woman he had been flying with on the day he was shot. It had started as a comfort friendship in the months after Ken's shooting. Janet had been Ken's best friend, as strange of a concept as that was, and she had taken to checking up on. That should have been the end, if not for his friend's ignoring thesecond rule, 'Leave him, don't go back.' Suddenly they appeared besidehim, each firing into the nearby pack, their concerted fired actuallymaking the zombies pause."Get on. Get on," Ryan yelled.Running towards his friend's bike Matt jumped on the back, wrapped hisarms around Ryan and shouted, "Go."It was a near thing, for the bike did not jump forward with its normalzip. One of the zombies, a red head, dove towards the back of. Now it was time to reap the rewards. As she resisted I pressed my pelvis to hers. Our genitals rubbed against one another through the fabric of our clothes. I pressed more firmly and she jutted her pelvis forward in reciprocation. As I became more aroused my penis continued to stiffen, encouraged by her body movements. I could also tell she was quickly becoming aroused. After a prolonged amount of dry humping, I broke our kiss and pulled away. Her mouth hung ajar. She had a vaguely dazed.