"A grilled cheese and French fries for me, Rogue. An iced glass of 2% milk to drink. And please whatever you'd like. Thank, you." As she retreated to ...he bedroom area.He'd considered ordering a steak, but, reluctantly changed course and ordered the roast beef hash and eggs with Texas toast. And a pot of hot coffee. Rogue was running on pure adrenaline and Fireball. When he crashed he'd do so in fine fashion, but, he'd auger in back at the house, not in the company of his Goddess."Would you like. The most that I can get her to do is dress sexy and dance with other men when we go to a bar. She doesn’t even like doing that,” Keith admitted.“What if we could get you something that you could give her that would overcome her resistance?” Phil asked.“You’re talking about drugging her. I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to do anything that would cause me to have to get a divorce. I love Angie, it’s just that I have these damn sexual fantasies about her,” Keith said.For the next few days Keith. But she wasn’t quite done with her yet, so she backed off.She looked down at the pillow. Gillian wasn’t moving beneath it. She tossed it aside and took the girl’s pulse. Good, she was still alive. “Not yet, bitch,” Susan muttered. “You don’t get out that easily.” She went out to the kitchen for a bottled water and to let her victim recover for the next round. When she returned, Katie had regained consciousness.“You’re still with us,” Susan said. “Not for long, I’m afraid.”Katie was trying. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a zipper works, and other imponderables.I guess in the middle ages, it was thought that fleas came from old rags, spontaneously springing into.