Six hours later the bowl was gone and he went to sleep.This was Zax’s routine in the past seven and a half months.... Day 257.WOANG!WOANG!WOANG!... ...An alarm sound woke Zax. Inside the vault, red lights were flashing.Next, the vault began to shake, from mildly to violently, and yet to Zax the disturbance was no more than a slight inconvenience simply due to his weakened state.“Outside?” Zax hoarsely uttered.Down on the floor, his line of sight fell on the window, where he noticed odd shadows. Ron stood up and reached for the phone, and answered it. While he was talking, my hand could not stop caressing the smooth satin under my palm, and my arm rubbed to cool fabric back and forth. It felt really good, and I began to think about ways to get Tony into a bed like this. After a few moments, he hung up, and turned to me. Tony and the VP had made it, but there would be a delay, as the rental agency was now making a stink about the damaged car. He returned to his place, but slightly. Checked2. Neatly moisturized skin after a stream bath. Checked3. Curly hair with slight blond color. Checked4. Red lingerie. Checked5. Mild red lipstick with lip-gloss, pink cheeks, eyeliner, a big round earring and a pale pink polish. Checked6. A sleeveless pink tank top and a Levi’s curve shorts which exposes the thigh. Checkedand after that, she was waiting for him.As it was Saturday she had asked him to come early.At 10, the doorbell rang. Her heart started to beat faster. She had never. “Come over here and look in this mirror,” I said ushering Danny towards a full length mirror. We gazed at her reflection together. She was 5’4” tall, red haired, freckled and built like a brick shit house. Her ample cleavage was exploding out of her low cut blouse and her jeans were so tight you could see Abe’s picture on the penny in her pocket. “Mrs. B. is never traveling with you for 1400 miles,” I offered. Danny snagged a huge sweatshirt off a rack and pulled it over her head. She not.