My fingertips touch your hair, your face, your lips, softly touching you. You see the rope on my bed and look at me nervously. I smile again and sil...ntly point out a flower and feather. I pull you closer to me, my hands slowly roaming your body as I kiss along your neck. You moan softly and bite you lower lip a little. You start to tingle and become warm all over, still nervous but curious. I walk you to the bed and I slowly undress you. I walk around you and pick up the feather. I touch. I called my favorite airline and tried the same thing. I ended up telling them that I was my brother, even though I didn't really have a brother, and that it was a family urgency that I be reached. They were not at all excited about helping in the cause. Finally I called American Express Travel and tried to find me. I was told very politely that the information for which I was asking was not public information and could only be gained with a court order by official government agencies.Who the. First, to keep Carol busy while I got organized I pulled the plastic laundry basket from under my bed. It was about half full, mostly dirty underwear and t-shirts. I dumped it on the floor in front of her and set the basket next to the pile, saying "Put those back."I watched as she lifted a hand from the floor and began to reach for something in the pile, hesitated, put her hand down again—then leaned down and picked up a pair of my dirty underwear in her teeth, crawled over to the basket and. The man quite clearly didn't understand what you were saying and continued to reach for you. He grabbed onto your shirt, and you pulled the trigger putting a round into his head and killing him.That was your first encounter with a zed, and it indeed wasn't your last. Now it was almost three months, you think, and you were scavenging a small gas station. Suddenly from behind you, a voice rang out, "Hey you okay?" You turned back and without thinking pulled out that pistol that had saved your.