I missed Mother less and less. I don’t think Tiffany thought about her much at all, Gwen was Mum to her. Chapter 3 By the time I was 18 I was ready...for Uni. Tiff, of course, was only 15 but already becoming a young woman rather than a school girl. Gwen’s two still tried to cause havoc but were always held in check by their mother, Mum, as we called her by then. I disappeared for three years, returning only for holidays and then I worked to keep out of debt. By the time I graduated Tiff was 18. Sam's Story: Her story takes place right during when the virus first struck her hometown. She is 18 year old senior and and around 5'6 in height, people called her a Goth and guys and girls in her school called her slut. She dyed her hair pure white, fair light skin, and always wore black tights, black shorts that showed off the outline of her panties and stopped just above her tights, fishnet shirt that stopped just before her wrist with the sleves, black shirt over a black lace bikini top and. She suddenly tried to hide what she said, but the impact was done.She: Erase what I said. It’s not a thing you want to or will understand at this age.Me(with a naughty smile): Are you sure?She(with an angry and playful face): You little devil, how come you know about all this at this age. I never knew anything till my collegeMe: Let’s say I have sourcesShe: Whatever! But you can’t experiment your theoretical knowledge on my body.Saying this she turned around and walked away with me following. He averted his gaze to distract his mind from inappropriate thoughts, wondering now whether what was most pervy wasn’t so much going about starkers, which he was sure was no big deal (though it seemed so not so long ago), but that he couldn’t take his eyes off the women. In actual fact, there were more naked men than women, but when you’d seen one limp cock in a bush of hair you’d seen them all. He just wished that some of the women weren’t accompanied by either men or children. There was no.