“We are there my love” she said and parked the car on some parking space in front of a normal house. I still didn’t wonder because mum didn’t ...ade any moves to take away her hand from my pride. “Now put that nice hard one back into your pants and follow me.” She said. I was a little shocked and didn’t ask her why or anything else I simply followed her advice. But as I wanted to close the zipper mum stopped me and said “Did I say anything about closing that thing?” “No, mum” I replied and let it. Two, again the same spot on the top of my thighs, and I shrieked. One, the other leg, and I almost came right then, but only almost. I hoped Liz would touch me, finish what her cruel slaps had started, but she simply gave my bum a shove and I collapsed onto the bed, dizzy and out of breath. “Wow,” Liz exclaimed, “my hand stings, I don’t think I could have given her much more. But you’ve got to feel her bum, it’s almost glowing.” “It’s beautiful like this, red all over,” Naomi commented, “I. Technically, zombies don’t digest food. So why do they eat human flesh at all? Why consume something that can’t be digested?”“Wait. If they don’t digest it, wouldn’t they get full?”“Aha!” Zel flipped to another page in her book. “Precisely! Zombie legends state that a zombie eats with abandon. In every legend, there is some kernel of truth. You obviously require nourishment, but why? What is it about the living that makes a zombie hungry for them?”“I don’t see the point of these questions,”. It was my counselor who has recommended it. He knows I’m kind of stuck in a bad marriage and, what with the awesome responsibility I have of raising three kids almost by myself, thought a change of scenery might be a good idea, kind of a fresh start. He also knew it would not be the cure-all given the less than warm hearted spouse I’m married to. I had scheduled an interview at a very promising firm for Tuesday morning. I’m an independent financial consultant. I mostly work with CFOs and CEOs.