"Ed, watch out for an ambush," I said as I slowly got out of the truck. A coed who had been in one of my classes came running to me sobbing. She grabb...d me in a hug that was more fear than anything."You're alive! You're alive!" She sobbed."Yes, calm down. It's okay. Is anyone with you?" No, they're all dead! Everybody's dead!" Take it easy. Things will be better now." I tried to calm her down."You-you're Professor Mathews, aren't you?" That's right. Now, who are you?" Shirley, Shirley Ames. I. "You want me to play with you and Molly?" Yes, mistress," Olivia said, bowing her head."What would I have to do?" I have no specific plans, mistress. Perhaps it would be better if you told me what you were willing and unwilling to do." Oh, god!" Jennifer said, shaking her head. She picked up the laundry basket, now full of clean, folded clothes. "Why do I have the feeling that these five days are going to send me and both of my daughters to counseling for the rest of our lives."Olivia giggled.. With 30 seconds left on the timer, Bolt bolted through the door (after all, Bolt does work on the Bomb Squad) to save the day. However, in the process of diffusing the bomb, Bolt slipped in a pile of poop, hitting his head against the operating table, rendering him unconscious. When he came to, he thought he was only nine years old and kept screaming for his mother, Sally, who died in a freak washing machine accident. (Dont ask!) Dr. Bo Hunter grabbed the bomb, threw it out the window and it. I brushed it off my shoulders and closed my coffin, my thoughts focusing on my careful choice of what I was going to wear to see Grace again. The cooling air of the night swirled around my pale body. Just thinking about Grace all day had made my body react in ways I had long forgotten. My nipples hardened and between my legs, the undeniable dewy moisture lingered. Sex. Not the smell that came after a tawdry night of sweat and heavy breathing, but the arousal scent that drew two beings together.