My third day in and I only had two jobs that morning the first for an old alcoholic woman must have been in her late fifties. I got there early and sh... was already drunk. The house looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years and smelled like that too. I woke her so she she was still in her nightwear, quite a short baby blue nightdress. I noticed the varicose veins on the backs of her legs real horrible looking I was just wanting to get in fix the curtain rail and get right back out if there.She. This is exactly what were to him, to this strange and terrible man: trophies, hunted for sport and mounted for decorati– ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Diary Fragment, Six of Eight: –am I even doing? I’m a wreck. It’s been weeks. MONTHS And I still haven’t washed the panties I was wearing on the day I was rescued. I hid them in my jewelry box, next to the pearls I was given on my wedding night. Now that Rick isn’t home very often, I wear them to bed. You knew it wouldn't be enough to keep you fully safe and also the location wasn't as great as you thought. "It would be really easy to get stuck down here" you muttered to yourself. Slowly opening the door to the surface you look around the neighborhood the area your in is relatively quiet (there were almost no birds most had died during the outbreak). Looking for food opening doors and slowly moving through the building while only running across the street when you had to you completed a loop. Long, wavy black hair than hung halfway down her back, plump lips, sexy brown eyes, an adorable little button nose, little B cup titties that would just be enough for a handful, a slender waist, and an ass that looked very spankable.He walked downstairs and found his mom in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. "Anything I can help with", he asked after hugging her. She handed him a bowl with potatoes that needed to be mashed and pointed to a counter. He smiled, knowing this would be the perfect.