"We must wait some length of time before we introduce the Zombie Gun?" Agreed." Everyone at the table answered.Rob sat at the table, listening to the ...ounds of the surf on the beach and staring at the reflected moonlight on the sea. He had gotten up in the middle of the night and poured himself a glass of milk, grabbed a brownie from the plate full on the kitchen table and came out to the front porch to think. There were things bothering himThe 3.14159 seconds of jump time had been bothering. .. My little babies!" Cindy clamps her palms over my ears so I can't hear and together we just try to breathe and eventually stop shaking.The place is silent for a while and Cindy checks under the door and then opens it. She pulls me up and we scuttle into the bathroom. I glimpse Twyla passed out in her room.We lock the door, turn on the shower and get right in with our clothes still on, never looking in the mirror. I dive straight under the warm water and feel Cindy helping my clothes off and. And the manager who was fucking said shit out of her cunt was Richard (Big Dick) Pailthorpe. And the first thing you should know about 'Big Dick' is that he didn't get that name because his name was Richard. No, he really did have a big dick and boy did he ever know how to use it, so it was no surprise to me that Maya had chosen him. Not that the other manager, his name was Allan Henderson by the way, was shabby in the dick-size or fucking department. I mean he's six years younger, three inches. The pizza place was slammed (it was, after all, a Friday night) and couldn’t promise delivery for at least an hour. I ended up running out for Chinese take-away while Emily freshened up a bit. By the time I got back, she was wearing a robe, had set the coffee table for dinner, opened another bottle of wine and had a couple of lounging pillows set out on the floor between the couch and the table. Casablanca was on pause on the big screen. “I hope this is okay,” she said with an impish grin, “I.