"Where's Lindsborg?" About twenty minutes from Moundridge." No, I mean what State?" State? You don't know what state you're in?" she asked as she jott...dsomething down. Just great."Yeah. I um forgot. Is this Nebraska?" Kansas. Lindsborg, Kansas." Right. That's it," I stammered as I took a seat and leafed through abrochure on bike safety until she went back to her personal call. I thenwaited for what seemed like an eternity. Not one cop was in the station?This is..."Hi," a deep raspy voice called. I pulled back to her clit and used her wetness and started rubbing her. It was not long before her hips began to buck slowly against my hand. Every so often I would slip my finger back into her to wet it before moving back to her clit.It was almost five minutes before she shuddered and her body went taunt. She opened her eyes as her body relaxed and blushed when she saw me. I smiled, "your hymen was broken."Her face turned redder, "I know. Daddy went crazy when I had the accident and it. My name is Grace Moneypenny and I hereby tender my resignation from the anti-zombie service and will strike out on my own to do my best to propagate the human race. I am taking two males with me that have already proven virile in seeding females and if one fails; the other should be the insurance we need to start a family. Hopefully, the new extended life DNA patterns of an average life span of seven score years will enable me to start the new cycle off with a bang.My estimate projected a. “That makes them 26-9!” Elyse said excitedly. “That puts them ten games up in the loss column on the Dodgers!”“I’ll make sure I point that out to my dad!” I chuckled. “He’s been a Dodger fan since they were the Brooklyn Trolley Dodgers!”Elyse laughed, “He’s not THAT old. That name was from the late 1800s!”“Yeah? And he was born in 1917. So maybe his dad, my paternal grandfather, was a fan of the Trolley Dodgers!”“Trolley Dodgers?” Terry asked.“Back then, names sort of came organically from.