”“You tell her, Nate” she heard someone yell.With his left arm crushing Kristen to him, Nate grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulling her h...ad back.“No! Let go of me! Please MMMM...” she began pleading as Nate’s mouth crushed down on hers muffling her words out of existence. His thick lips covered hers. Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. She struggled against him, but he was too big, too strong. Kristen felt herself torn from Nate’s grip.“Quit. We need to start getting an idea of how many and who survived." Sounds good to me. I want to go with you." I said that we should stay together and that's my plan. At least, until you get tired of my face." I grinned."It's not too bad yet! Besides, you have other nice parts I've found that I like."We finished unloading and putting everything away neatly. I think both of us have a little bit of OCD. As we got ready to go, I asked if she would carry a pistol."I haven't fired a pistol in a long. The complicated explanation would answer why. But now she had woken up. She…had…just…woke…up. Oh my god! Ok, don’t panic! Calm down, calm down. Breathe Lori, breathe. Breathe? Yes. She breathed. She took real breaths, tasted real air. Her lungs sucked in the light, dry sensation, and her chest heaved, straining against the sheets above her. And her lids blinked. And her lips parted, her tongue moved against the back of her teeth, her eyes danced around in their sockets. Thousands of such little. David was her half brother and the reason that George had married the empty headed ornament, Donna after he knocked her up. David was 12 years old, just entering puberty and struggling with the rush of hormones that beset him.The Smarts lived in a big, old house that had been inherited from his wealthy maternal grandparents. Built a century ago the house had fourteen rooms not counting the seven bathrooms. George and Donna had what amounted to an apartment in the south wing while the three.