“I said stop. Those losers used to be your friends.”“Fucking traitor ass loser friends,” he muttered. “And you left the door open.”“Forg...t it. How’d you do?” she asked him, not looking him in the eye. “How is it out there?”He sighed and shook his head. “Not as crazy as last week, but almost. I was able to get toilet paper, a few bars of soap. Most of that other stuff you wanted? Cleaned out. Sorry.”“This is so surreal,” she said.When she looked up at him, his eyes shifted from her cleavage to. We had setting with the housekeeping staff so they would place “cleaning” signs on the pantry doors whenever there was such a scene. I entered the pantry ignoring the do not enter sign and was confronted by an orgy about to pick up speed. My colleague Nisha was already out of her t shirt and jeans and she was sitting in the lap of the delegate from abroad called Robin. Robin who was a tall blonde Englishman was stroking her breasts through her red brassiere while Karan and Aslam were fondling. Uski umar 21 saal thi aur woh mere ghar ke paas hi rehta tha. Main aksar uske ghar jaata tha uske saath time spend karne.Woh apni mom aur behen ke saath rehta tha kyunki uski mom divorcee thi. Uski mom Monica ek saloon chalati thi paas mein hi aur unki umar kareeb 45 saal hogi. Aunty bohut achhi thi aur main unse kafi ghula mila hua tha.Maine kabhi bhi aunty ko galat nazaro se nahi dekha tha kyunki woh Rohit ki maa thi. Par fir ek din maine apni mom aur unki friend ko baat karte dekha.Unki. When I woke up, I was in an intricate bed with maids waiting on me, only they were more dead people." Were they animated dead or undead?" Neither, they were simply dead people. In my maids' case, they were all young females, in ratty clothes supposed to look like a maid's outfit; thankfully none of them had body parts missing and were fairly attractive for being dead. They bathed me, dressed me in a short fancy dress that was wider then it was tall, mercifully it didn't smell of mildew and they.