C. and Baltimore; she had no other talent, but in bed she was wonderful. I had enjoyed her many times as the family's lawyer.In came Amy, carefully dr...essed, her hair perfect of course, and her maturing body ripening rapidly. "Hi, Uncle Jack," she greeted me, and I waved her to a chair and quickly told her the basic facts. Her credit card was void and the only car her family owned was her little red Dodge Dart. She could no longer buy new clothes every month and there would be no more skiing at. The zombies Chris referred were other members of our squadron who wouldget drunk on the days off and trash our house if they got inside. Itwas not much of a life for anyone, but to deal with the pains of beingaway from the ones we loved some of us would imbibe vast amounts ofalcohol. I laughed at Chris's behavior, but privately despised hisunprofessionalism. At any other house Chris was one of the zombies. Hewas another drunken mindless fool with no consideration for others.Chris left the. They practiced size, shape, and perspectives; they studied light and shadow, as well as the proportional relevance of one object to another.There were sketches of wooden blocks, bowls of fruit, and potted plants; one particular drawing of a human hand was extremely good. She was very talented and John always told her so as he praised the various charcoal, pencil, and watercolor sketches she brought home.It was after the fifth week that John noticed a distinctive change in Carolyn's attitude.. She crawled up my body and kissed me, the oaky taste from the condom reminding me of illicit woodland fires from my youth. I reached up and ran my hands along her back, that seemed a safe enough action to me. It seems mad now, there she was straddled over me and I was afraid to touch her. I really was a virgin, in all senses of the word.As we kissed, I edged my hands to her shoulders, then down to her chest. She encouraged my exploration with a moan. Her breasts were so soft in my hands and I.