Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies,...why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a zipper works, and other imponderables.I guess in the middle ages, it was thought that fleas came from old rags, spontaneously springing into existence. I know a baby pigeon is called a squib, but I have never seen one, perhaps. All she would say was “kya kar rahe ho bhaiyya” and would not react against him.After watching how he seduces her I also thought of giving it a try. I asked her to clean my house too -after finishing work at my friend’s house. For the first few days, I used to follow her every way she would go. That would serve two purposes. One I used to get to check on her for her work and the other to get to see her swaying boobs. One day, after I gained some courage I went near her while she was cleaning. What if Marge broke up with Dean? That means I would be settling for a Marge reject. That makes me want to hurl!" Barb, again, WHO CARES. One person's trash is another person's treasure. Marge's loss is your gain, yada, yada, yada." Easy for you to say Shelly. You do not have to have sex with a man who stuck his pickle into Marge's pickle barrel for over a year."Shelly leaned on the bar with a grin on her face. "Maybe Marge had a few bedroom tricks that kept Dean coming back. Maybe you girls. I want her to feel every moment of it. I'll get the smelling salts from our rape kit.' Which I did with haste. It took several moments to get her aware again. As she came to she wailed at the pain from her nipple and her crotch. 'Oh God. Oh God. Help me, oh God. Why did you hurt me? Why did you hit me? Hit me there? Why did you bite my nipple?' I gripped her head. I pointed her face towards me. 'You, bitch, are in big trouble. Fucking big trouble. Now.