Finally they came. We let as many into the small chamber as would fit and still leave us operating room. Our plan was to bite off an arm or a leg as f...st as we could, and to continue with each revenant until we had rendered that one totally helpless before moving on to the next victim. Shit! Yech! I had forgotten just how vile decaying flesh could taste. Oh, well, now was not the time to be too picky. We tore into the revenants as fast as new ones showed up, and the incapacitated ones were. Her breathing had quickened and she gave out subtle little moans as she continued to work her fingers into my burning flesh. She took one of her hands away while the other continued to massage me and, when it returned, she took me by the shoulders and turned me around to face her. I was startled to see that she had undone the belt of the robe and allowed it to fall to her feet. She stepped back a foot or two and allowed me to see her body in all its naked glory. I only had a second or two to. A handsome young man already seated noticed me reaching for the pole and offered me his seat but I refused, assuring him that I wanted to stand, due to the fact that I sit all day. He shrugged it off but I wanted him to stay there because I was going to tease him with chemicals from my seething love portal. I was getting excited about this experiment and I was getting horny, too so all was working to my advantage. The train started moving and slowly headed for the tunnel. The metaphor was. That night after dinner they headed for the Shipwrecked Bar, Christelle’s delightful naked breasts on the beach still filling his mind. Finding a couch in the corner they drank shots together, Greg enjoying the feel of Christelle’s firm body nestling against his shoulder, neither of them saying much as they savoured the connection they felt. A DJ was filling the room with retro eighties music for which they broke their embrace on a couple of occasions to dance, Christelle keeping her body close.