The Maglios were long gone.They seemed very stupid and zombie-like.“Oh no, no, noooo...” I said out loud, “The walking zombie fuckers.”No time... to think.I got dressed, black jeans, black leather boots, white crop topand light black leather jacket.I even wore a bra, black, of course.Ugh I've always hated bras.Dressed for battle.No time or reason for makeup.I stopped by my br0ther's room and loaded up onpepper spray, taser and extra taser ammo things,a black plastic police baton and his 9mm. He ponders waking him up, but instead thinks “I’ll bring that up at a later time, sleep tight buddy.” Wes walks up the next set of stairs to the 3rd floor and opens the door to his bedroom which is directly across from the stairwell. He heads over to his nightstand and places his phone down along with some cash.Wes removes his business casual work clothes and yawns as he sits down on the bed next to his girlfriend, Katrina, who is reading a book while sitting up against the headboard. He. He could remember laying in bed at night trying to picture what knickers she wore. Sometimes he’d imagine her wearing good girl white cotton panties, and sometime they were something more slutty, red or black silky things with plenty of lace that barely covered anything. A few time he did try to catch a glimpse. Only ever once was successful though. It happened about 2 weeks before they had started dating. He had been walking into school one day and saw her in front of him. They had both. ’ Ben’s next visit was Tuesday, he did two days a week generally maintaining my garden and he certainly had green fingers the way he made those rosés look. Just watching him tend to them was a sheer delight his fingers so delicately dead heading and removing dead growth, the times I had wondered just how he was in bed and how a shiver went up my spine just thinking about that – and when he saw me looking , that wonderful broad smile, now I was thinking poor guy, my having turned him away that.