That couldn't be good.I was about to suggest she get on her wool stuff when she took a deep breath and dove out the door. I reached my hand after her,...but what was I going to do? She didn't close the tent door, so I was treated to her naked backside and toned legs stepping gingerly, quickly away from me, almost knee deep in the snow. She hugged herself as she stepped, her long, dark morning-messy curls catching snowflakes that would otherwise have fallen on her back. She stepped, chattered her. It’s like she can make me black out the moment I lay eyes on them. The very next thing I remembered was us walking back to her apartment. Her hand in mine, I felt groggy, like I had been drinking. My face felt wet and stained. The undeniable scent of pussy was all around my nose. My hair was a mess, and some of it was stuck to my forehead. My balance wasn’t 100% but she didn’t seem concerned as we walked at our normal pace. In fact, I could see that smile on her face. The smile that tells me. " He said, running his fingers through his spiky, dark brown hair. Yumi just nodded. "I'll go change and meet you in your room." She told him. In her room, Yumi changed into another shirt, and a pair of sweatpants, before tying her hair into pig tails. She wondered how she got the courage to actually suggest helping Paul out, and figured that she needed to concentrate on the studying, rather than the cute boy she was studying with. Sighing, Yumi figured it was better to get things over with,. Reentering the house, she examined the remains of her parents. The site wasn’t as gristly as before. There was nothing left but gnawed bones; the blood long ago soaked into the wooden floor. Kneeling, she shifted among their scattered bones, searching. She considered her mother’s skull, bearing a single bullet wound just off-center in her forehead—a final gift from her husband—Lisa’s father. Her father’s skull didn’t look any better, his jaw detached, several teeth missing, staring vacantly up.