She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde ...air and the most piercing yet kind blue eyes that I have ever known. She didn’t look much different from when I had seen her last. The typical soccer mom physique. In shape, but on the cusp of letting it go. No eighteen year old, but tight and firm in all the right places.She babysat me often as a child and I was always in love with her. Once,. .. why?" I was afraid it was Doctor of Divinity," Six said."Nope ... Oh ... OH!" Her eyebrows disappeared out of sight.She snatched his hand and the two were running out the door.Tom twined Wendy's legs and purred. Really loud."Who stuck you with the name Tom?"He glared at me, tossed his tail straight up, crooked it and pointed the bent end at me ... then I noticed he was a she and it was highly evident."He did?" Rowwell," Not Tom said."What is your name, my pretty?" Wendy said.Pyewacket, Not. Tom sat back and watched as the cameras on the view screen followed the Ambassador's limo straight to the front door of the hotel. There was, of course, no limo arriving. But Tom was banking on the technocrat's ignorance of this matter."Get ready, everyone. This man could arrive at any moment." Tom sat back. He hoped to heaven he was right. The Detective hadn't been too thrilled with his idea, but seeing no alternative agreed to it nevertheless. Tom worried that if this sting operation did not. "I willed my erection to go down. It wouldn't. I know she's looking at it every so often, a little smirk on her lips. She drained the wineglass and turned halfway towards me. "So my Barry is horny." No," I protested."You are, you know. And it's sad, because you're all horny because of those women on TV and..." she scooted up closer to me and breathily whispered in my ear, "I'm right here." Oh, god, Jess..." I turned my head and ran into a pair of soft, moist lips. I died. My zombie self kissed.