..Three years ago I had gone to a college party at one of the local frat houses and some bastard killed me by putting something nasty in the wine cool...r. I hovered over myself watching helplessly as he ravished my lifeless body. I felt light-headed and only semiconscious, oddly disconnected to what was going on beneath me. I thought at first that the whole experience was some sort of d**g-induced hallucination and I felt free to just relax and wait for it to stop. My r****t pumped in and out of. I thought that bit with the paper and the folding was just style and safety, I would just have to be careful of the edge.Ok, so I wasn't Mr. Bad Assed Swordsman right off the bat. I took my practice in ones and twos, one at a time. I survived, because that is what I do, and zombies are dumb. It was almost accidental, a consequence of their instinctive groping for sustenance that led me to start taking off the grabbers first, and then go for the lop. It was hard not to become proficient with. He nodded and slowly pushed himself from the couch onto his feet and offered me a hand from my knees as I sat on the floor, I accepted and he pulled me up to my feet. I moved my hand onto his visible pecks and slowly dropped a finger down his chest to the belly button. He grinned and for the first time in quite a while he chuckled in front of me. He leaned over and gave me a kiss, not on the cheek like he always had but on the mouth. Right there I knew everything between us was different, this. Wonderful people. I love working for them. But that's just it. I like you seeing me all decked out and not running around in uniform dusting and vacuuming and doing the pots and pans." I bet you'd still be beautiful." It's not like I dress in a French maid's uniform!"They laughed."I bet you'd look really hot in that!" said the handsome young man."Nate! I'm your ... aunt!" She almost blew it, which freaked her out. She internalized it, but the knot it created met another knot, not emotional.