I’m not in my bed. I remember that being the first thought I had as I woke up, sore all over. The second thought I had was that I didn’t know wher... I was at all. I sat up and cracked open my eyes. It was a long room, wide too, but not as wide as it was long. The walls had a tapestry on each one, but other than that, they were bare concrete, polished smooth. I was laying in a four-poster bed with red silk sheets and black under sheets. I felt relaxed, with not a care in the world. Suddenly I. I was certain the next day was going to be a painful experience for me. In that I proved to be more than correct. **** In the several months following Martina's wedding to Terry, things settled down. I worked, I kept my seat warm at the Red Barn, and I dated a little. As far as the dating went, I didn't hook up with any particular female, and as far as getting' any was concerned, it wasn't happening. "Red, pour this old man a last one, will yuh." I said. I'd been sittin in my usual spot at. I had been dressing up in girl’s clothes since I was about eleven years old, and the fact that Jane now knew about me had made it all the more tempting to indulge. Only three days after the initial incident, I had rushed into the bedroom as soon as Jane left the house, slipped into my favourite pair of her red stretch-nylon panties and bra and whacked myself off in front of the mirror. The fact that Jane knew somehow made it even more permissible in my mind. After all, at no point had she told. Two days before, he was spying on her from his window and saw the two sisters kissing so tenderly, getting naked together, jerking and sucking before having sweet sex. Discovering that they both got cock was a shock but their love making was so intense and full of tenderness that it appeared very natural to him, only making his desire for Lilly stronger. When the zombie attack started, he wanted to get to the girl’s house to warn them and keep Lilly safe but his parents didn’t want him to go.