He looked very relaxed, and had a beer resting in his hand. ‘Just fine…I take it your sophomore year was good?’ He nodded, his eyes still searc...ing for something in the night sky. She glanced out, seeing the stars, the blackness, and not much else. ‘School was good. Just a hammering blend of classes, sports, and fun…’ His voice trailed off, and he shifted in his seat. ‘You need something to drink?’ She nodded, and she heard him chuckle as he got up. ‘If you want…’ he said with a wink, and set. On her leg. Touching her. Caressing even. Panic and confusion took turns overtaking her and she was left unable to think of a way out. It never came to her mind to start screaming. Then again the jute gag stuffed deep in her mouth made it impossible anyway. The hand rested on her leg. On the inside of her leg. On the inside of her spread legs. Her naked spread legs. Thoughts tumbled through her mind and none of them made any sense to her. How long that hand rested there she did not know. A. "They'll think Miguel needs protection from those big, bad gang members waving guns in the same zip code as him."As it worked out, the prisoners in the other building took care of the problem."You need to let them know that feeding the zombies is strictly prohibited," Mr. Valence said to me."It saved bullets," John-John pointed out.Kellie and Bianca stood a few feet from the edge of the roof. They didn't want to watch the zombies finish off the gang members."When they stop eating, can you do. The other guys made complaining noises but followed suit, rising to their feet."Hey, wait." Lilly 's soft, tentative voice stopped the guys in their tracks. "You don't have to go. I . . . I was . . . having a good time. And learning how to smoke a joint." Naw, we really should go," James said, though he now hesitated in his tracks. Faced with the prospect of the guys leaving her, Lilly realized how much she had been enjoying their attention and how much she didn't want to lose it now. .