Debbie, my gorgeous blonde teenage step-daughter stood at the side of the bed, utterly naked except for the 13th birthday present silver charm bracele....She briefly slipped each of the heart shaped charms into her mouth, all the while watching my mounting erection lifting the thin summer quilt."Where's breakfast" I tried to ask innocently."I am silly. You said we could have sex when my pubic hair started growing - and here it is".Debbie lifted one leg over my face, holding her succulent bare. He’d projected less of a target than his companions who hadn’t survived.“I’m not assuming an unlikely motive,” Helen protested. “It’s more likely she’s working with them. After all, she risked her life to protect them. If she’s as dangerous as you suggest, why wouldn’t she just charge the front gate, or stand back and issue demands. Hell, she didn’t need to walk to our door, alone and unprotected, and ask us to understand how the zombie’s think, if she’s as nefarious as you suspect.”“Unless. Then his expression changed and he chuckled aloud. That was a mistake. Clyde winced with pain suddenly, his face becoming contorted. It took a minute for him to recover."Fucking bitch!" screamed Clyde when he opened his eyes again. "You busted my shoulder!" Be happy that's all I busted, you fucking bastard!" Connie snapped back."Enough!" Charles cried out, giving Connie the eye. Then turning to Clyde he said, "I want to know what you just did?" Well, I'm not going to tell you asshole," Clyde. "Alright then," he finished.When his second cup of coffee was empty, it was time to go. He drove his daughter to school and marveled at what a wonderful fucking day it was. The weather was cold, but winter was finally breaking. The sky was clear and sunny. And he had his daughter completely under his sway. Nothing could ruin the happiness he felt, a happiness he hadn't felt in years, if ever.Until he got to work, that is.The current jobsite his crew was working on was an old, dilapidated.