The only thing I had on my mind was Ihad to win this race. Everyday has been about the same as the last now for over twoweeks. I was getting a lot st...onger and a lot faster. My trainer told meafter about two weeks, my ass hole is now ready and I won't have to bethe dildo anymore. This really didn't bother me any because I have grownused to it. With all the dicks and all the dildos, I really didn't care.To me, it was just another day. My trainer told me I will be ready to racein three days and. They never could figure out why "my" venison, served for meals, tasted better than the animals they harvested once they were back home. A lot of them pestered my cook for his secret recipe. He'd just smile and shake his head.In summer, we got the families. They hiked, fished, boated, swam (for short times, the water was cold) and saw the sights in the area. The town's people loved these guests because they kept their local businesses busy.Spring was our slow season. The winter crowd left with. Then there was an announcement on the radio, saying that anybody who couldget there would find safety at the local army barracks.Not being sure how long I could last where I was, I figured it was a goodidea. I went to my ex's and tried to get her and my daughter to come withme, but my ex didn't want to go. She always was a bit of a religious nutin my opinion, and this crisis had really got her unhinged, to the pointshe apparently believed that the zombies were a punishment from God on. Both wore nothing but shifts and stays and both were barefoot. The woman's frail garment had been ripped down to her waist and hung over her corset. Her high breasts stood up proudly, their dark tips hard and prominent. The girl stood with her head down, her slim body trembling."This," said the officer with a sneer, "Is Mrs. Horace Smithson, wife of a very dead colonial who was foolish enough to try to stop a Hessian advance on Long Island. He had more bayonet wounds, I am told, than could be.