Her contours had a pink tone, and I was entranced by what I saw and marveling at how that moment could actually be happening."Admit it," she practical...y mewed, and it was the first time she sounded a little tipsy."What," I said, "Oh, ok, you were right." No," she said while pulling her pants up, smiling, "This had absolutely nothing to do with the color of my hair." Was it that obvious?" I mocked.She stepped forward and joined me, propping her elbows at the parapet. Jelly took my beer and. My grandfather was a tomb raider/archaeologist alaIndiana Jones, and my dad was a forensic anthropologist.Me, I was less into the dead than into the undead, or at least myths andstories about the undead.Vampires, ghouls, spirits, ...And of course, zombies.It was while in New Orleans investigating stories about Voodoo zombies,that I met a man determined to make the stories real ...And to make me his very first zombie.I guess I was lucky he didn't succeed, although I didn't feel lucky atthe time,. Peterson opened the door after a few moments, in nothing but a bathrobe."Taking the day off?" I asked her as I looked her up and down hungrily.Mrs. Peterson blinked roughly before answering, I could swear she looked down at my package before looking into my eyes."Chris it's early, can I help you?" she asked.Without answering I pressed my lips against hers and grabbed her around the waist. Mrs. Patterson flinched in shock but didn't pull away from me. All the work in the summer, had just turned. ?It tookmaneuvering from? Mandiand Jenna to do it, but they finally found a hook to hang her front.? The web strap pressed against her chest whenthey let go.? She felt them do somethingwith her feet. Shortly afterwards, she tried to move them, but discovered theywould shift only a few inches in either direction before the pull on her calvesstopped it.??????????? Jenna disappeared behind her.? In seconds she felt unseen hands rubbingsomething on her cheeks.? Something waspressed against each.?.