“I’m gonna go make myself some breakfast then, have fun,” she yells as the girls walk out the door.She fixes herself some breakfast and poured h...rself some orange juice before sitting on the couch to watch some television. About halfway through the show that she is watching, Bentley comes bounding in to meet his favorite companion.“Hey buddy,” she coos, leaning down to pet him. “We’ll play as soon as I finish my breakfast.”At the word play, Bentley becomes excited and Jewel has to give him a. I bit my lips and was silent.Then he lashed me, much more softly, but upwards and directly on my cunt. I jumped, and almost fell over. He put a hand on my back and steadied me.“Count – out loud – slut.”“Sir! That was three, sir.”He continued to lash me in a random pattern so that I never knew what to expect, on my ass, down my legs, inside my thighs, and, more softly, directly on my cunt or on my asshole. He also paused between lashes, sometimes for a long time, and sometimes not at all. I. And today it was the latest yet, so late they started to think it wasn'tcoming at all when they heard the by now familiar clumping sound it madewhen it walked. Everyone shuddered as it made its way to the desk theyhad provided for it. On good days, all but the most sensitive kids coulddeal with it now. They had figured out the dead kid wasn't interested in eating theirbrains or anything like the zombies in the movies, and so they carried onlike everything was normal. But not on bad days, and. As if removing yourself physically from their lives will somehow help them when you finally die." Hey, let's not go there," Alex suggested, meeting her intense look with one of his own. "You're the one who wanted to step out of my life in order to 'prepare for my death'."Cate, unable to meet his gaze any longer, dropped her head back as she collapsed on the pillow, feeding herself yet another apple slice."Yes, that's true. But when I heard what you'd been through and how much you'd changed.