“What are you talking about? Those zombies will eventually kill us all. We’re not about to get close enough for them to attack.”“You haven’t...incapacitated either one. Instead you’ve damaged my grain silo, meaning the grain will spill out for years, and the vermin the zombies were eradicating for me now have easier access to it. What the hell is supposed to happen if I can’t grow new food because of the zombies? What will we live on in the coming years? You understand so little about farm life,. "So your son punched her?" the doctor said."Yeah," my father said, "he said that she was talking back to him. He losthis temper and punched her. He's lucky that he didn't send her to thehospital or he'd be in deeper shit than he is in already. He knows that Idon't want to spend any more than have to on her and that I sure as helldon't need her in the ER."Talked back? I don't remember talking back. All I remember was getting mybrother a drink and now I'm here."You just don't listen to me do you. Of course we had fiddled around a little in those early days, but hadn't even had that many nights together, and you had usually just rubbed your penis on my leg to come, humped my thigh really, while we fondled and kissed and cuddled. So innocent!You would finger me for my own pleasure, how nice that was! We hadn't moved much beyond that. Of course we were both small town k**s before we met. My family were strong Catholics and at that stage, I was just plain not going to have you inside me and. It all started for me on a cool fall morning on the yellow school bus barreling along Chestnut Ridge Road to 7th grade. Her name was Alana and she flirted with me at least once a week by turning around from her seat and staring at me and looking down and saying nothing. Her eyes drove me crazy. No one on earth looked better in jeans than she. It was incredible to watch her get on the bus. It took more time into eighth grade for her to pop this unlikely question "do you have a beautiful cock?".