The same men stood waiting, but there was a new component of four women: Helen, a medic; Linda, the Collective’s veterinarian; Cynthia, Fredrick’s...assistant and Rebecca, a community cook. What’s more, the women were positively bubbly, fidgeting with excitement rather than the dread the men had faced their previous encounter with.“There she is!” Rebecca cried.“Right on schedule,” Thomas declared. “For someone without a watch, she’s got a natural sense of time.”“Has the number of zombies grown?”. When I started for work it used to be lunchtime at her place. When she finished work it used to be lunchtime for me.The best time was during her night time. Then after putting her baby daughter to sleep, we could chat without any disturbance for nearly three hours. That was the time we used to have, what we termed as Whatsapp Sex or WAS!It might sound childish or ridiculous to the readers but these sessions used to be quite intense. Each one of us used to type out the action. One of us used to. What time did you go to bed?" About six," I said. "If you're going to grill me, can you at least do it over coffee?" But..." Coffee!" I demanded. "No more details until I'm caffeinated." She quickly finished frothing the milk; I could see her almost bursting; dancing from foot to foot like she was busting for the toilet."Details!" she blurted, plonking the coffee in front of me and slopping a bit on the counter. She pulled her stool close and stared at me expectantly."What, no chocolate. Letitia used the bathroom first. When she got back in her robe, he was holding his pajamas.“Need those?” she asked.“You said it was time for sleep.”“I said it was time for bed.” Fair enough. He dropped the pajamas onto the chair back, but put on his robe for his trip to the bathroom. She was under the covers and only the bedside lamp was on when he returned. He dropped the robe on the pajamas and hurried in behind her. They were lying on their left sides.“Mmm,” he said. She was warm after the.