Nine had enough firepower that the cops would have called in the National Guard to serve a warrant. It's not the odds; it's the fucking risk! We've go...t what Bianca said we needed." She said that about food," Stephen said with a snort."We're walking up to houses like the only danger is zombies or rotting corpses," I said. "This motherfucker had a flamethrower--A FUCKING WORKING FLAMETHROWER!"Bianca crouched down and studied me, "That's what you wanted to say at the first house." I haven't seen. What a lottery for Rajiv, I thought. Rajiv was in his early thirties, and he kept telling us he’s getting past the age to find any good girls. His dad told my mom that Rajiv was 33 last year. Sneha looked much younger. As it turned out, she was only 25 years old.The next morning, the doorbell rang and I was alone at home. Mom must’ve gone to my grandparents’ house. She went to visit them every month after my father got posted to Myanmar. Since she was working, and I was doing my CA internship. You try it again. Nothing. Then again. Maybe the battery in the fob has gone dead. The car still won’t start. You stare into the distance, your brain frozen with indecision. What the hell? You start to think: Maybe it’s not the fob. Maybe it’s the car battery. You turn on the headlights. They spring to life, then quickly fade to yellow and die altogether.Shit.It’s the car battery, the freaking car battery.So now what do you do?That depends on where you are. If you’re parked in your driveway you. Maybe you’re afraid we’ll ask you about your first time and it was so long ago, you can’t remember.”“Fuck you, Jake,” Allison said, grabbing a nearby coaster and throwing it at his head. He ducked just in time. “Can we just play already?”As soon as we started to play, we realized that we had never been able to come up with very many good ideas. But the game was fun, and we where all quickly in a very silly mood, asking about our fist kisses and first crushes. Our pretense at being “mature”.