The moment I had seen his motorcycle I had known, my mind unwilling to accept what my eyes were telling it. Kneeling beside him broken and bleeding in...the dirt my hands shaking like a leaf in a storm I send up another prayer to the God and Goddess ‘please let him be ok, don’t take him from me, please, please please. Sobbing and shaking I say his name touching his shoulder, my prayer caught somewhere between a chant of hope and disbelief ‘Please not Jake, please not Jake, please not Jake…’ He. On good days, all but the most sensitive kids coulddeal with it now. They had figured out the dead kid wasn't interested in eating theirbrains or anything like the zombies in the movies, and so they carried onlike everything was normal. But not on bad days, and today was the worstyet.On bad days, it was a walking reminder that all things rot, which mightbe a good lesson in theory, but difficult for a bunch of kids to dealwith in practice. Bits kept falling off it, and the dead kid would. I grabbed the cooking oil and poured generous amounts on my hands. I knelt beside him. I started on his neck and shoulders, I rubbed and massaged for several minutes. Then, I worked my way down to his back, buttocks and legs. He was wet and slick and glistening. He flinched somewhat when I got to his butt so I stayed far away from his anus.“Time to turn over boss.”He did. His shrivelled cock just lay there atop his balls like a wounded duck.I poured plenty of oil on his chest and belly and. ‘That’s OK. Just stay there. I have been watching for five or six minutes.’ She sat up, ‘Please don’t tell anybody. I come here because it’s quiet and nobody comes here but me. That is until today. Why are you undressed?’ I had forgotten I was changing into my swim suit-I was naked.‘I forgot. I was so enthralled with watching you masturbate.’ ‘Hal, just to let you know that I don’t screw; I’m afraid of getting pregnant. I.