And don't promise violence unless you're willing to die for it. I not only carry a pistol, I'm a crack shot. Nowadays, people are fighting for their l...ves. Rather than trusting someone making threats, they're more likely to shoot first and ask questions later." Point taken, miss," Doug said, waving his cap. "It was stupid. Is there anything we can do to make up for it?" What were you doing here anyway?" Malcolm asked. "This isn't a large city. We're the only three people here." I was actually. Almost giggling she said"no, I fucking love it." (I'll spare you most of the dirty talk as we were new to it and, there wasn't really a whole lot.)Her playfulness and enthusiasm while bouncing on top of me almost made me cum again right then. I told her to get on her back again so we could watch. Immediately, she asked if I was going to grab her feet again and seemed to somewhat sink back.That pissed me off this time, thinking we might have another interruption. It shouldn't have bothered me,. . like ... I’m...” Virginia spluttered. “Fine!” She grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head with some fierceness, throwing it directly into my face. It was rich with her scent – unfortunately, her scent included the now week old gore of several zombies she had decapitated while delving in an underground dungeon. I tugged it from my face and threw it to the ground in time to see that Virginia had sunk up her chin in the bath, her knees drawn almost to her nose. Her hair had been frazzled. ” It was just a joke. Johnny told his teacher he would stop when he needed glasses. I already wore thick glasses, was rather near sighted like my dad. I wondered if he did that too much. Maybe that’s why he took up smoking.Then I moved, still alive and peered out the front door window across the street at an angle to the old McCanta house, remembering. I’d stuck a child’s garden play set rake into Pat McCanta’s head when I couldn’t take his constant bantering anymore. His mother went berserk.