‘Are they all dead?’ I ask. He shakes his head. ‘No. They drove away. Not just the old ones – Westwood vehicles too. A lot of people ran on f...ot. But if they weren’t out, they’re gone. He’s gone. I buried him.’ ‘Who?’ But his sticky, gritty hand cups my cheek, and he manages a weak smile. ‘I’ll explain,’ he says. ‘But let’s clean ourselves up. You for one, could use a comb through that hair. And I think I should take a look at my hair. I think I might have cut it off.’ ‘Cypress, I’m sorry. The hair may be another issue entirely. As luck would have it, I sent my father in with my cell phone to get our coffees and hopefully take her picture while I waited in the car. My father is a coy one. ‘Dad, I can’t believe you not only got the photo of Cynthia but also you got her hair? How did you do it?’ ‘Easy, Son, I told her that she was such a pretty girl and asked her if I could take her photo. When she smiled and posed, I asked her if she could remove her Starbucks hat. When she did,. Of course, I’m completely hairless down there, so you really can’t call it a beaver shot any more. There’s all kinds of girls who actually deserve to get raped, when you think about it a certain way.“Of course, no girl really deserves to get raped, and I know you never would, but if we are both excited by the idea, and I want it, then it really isn’t rape, even though I will struggle and make you hold me down for a while. Since I’m such a little slut, as soon as your cock starts rubbing me. Before I went out to watch TV with her, I licked up as much of that puddle as I could as it liquefied in my mouth. Since I had tasted another man’s cum, I knew that I wanted more of it.As the months passed, I was working less hours at my job. But Hannah always seemed to be able to cover the bills, one way or the other. I didn’t record her every day, but I soon found out from reviewing the recordings that she had met some new male friends in the trailer park. I found out later that those three.