I’d already explained everything to Mrs. Grimes while the table was being set. “You’re right, that definitely beats my stories,” she laughed w...en I finished.Mrs. Grimes suggested that we hold a barbecue this weekend and invite the neighbors over to meet the Walkers. That way, they would see that our families had buried the hatchet. “That was a hatchet? It felt more like a baseball bat,” Janice commented casually making everyone at the table--except me--howl with laughter. Surprisingly, even Mom. I’d be willing to answer to god for that decision, but not to anyone else. It just was what it was, with no going back.Doing all that just added to the amount of scar tissue. Which was what made the mobility of the fake joint questionable. The answer seemed to be wait for the new wound to heal, then go back in and clean up the first surgery. Not the best of all outcomes, but remaining the same was not an option either. The only people I interacted with during that two months were health care. ‘I debated for a while whether I should keep them as a souvenir or whether I should send them to Alex,’ he continued, causing her eyes to widen. ‘But, then, I decided, I didn’t need a souvenir. So, now you know where your panties are,’ he ended laughing. ‘You son of a bitch-‘ she began, thumping him on his broad chest with all her force. Rough fingers bit into her chin and forced her back to his face, all evidence of humor erased now, as warm lips brushed over hers. Holding her head prisoner he. "What was that all about?", I asked."What? This morning? I told you I woke up horny and wanted to resolve it before you left." she replied."Yeah, but you usually don't do anything when someone else is around and normally you are quiet as hell when we fool around," I stated."I told you I was just horny. Can't you just leave it at that? I'll do even better later on. If you're a good boy," she promised.She always has kept her promises and I didn't push the issue. Then, a couple of weeks later Gary.