Bill and Jenny expected to hear the headboard on Mary’s bed banging on the wall. When five minutes passed without a sound, they were confused.Sudden...ly, Bob couldn’t take anymore and pulled her to his chest and rolled them over. He started pounding Mary’s cunt. When Bill and Jenny heard the headboard banging, they knew everything would be okay.“Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me and make me yours,” Mary yelled.Bob balanced his weight on one hand and twisted her nipples as he fucked her.“Yes, Bob. Twist them,. “Gosh, no!”“What have you done Vince?”“We’ve kissed… a lot. I guess what you can call petting, you know, feeling each other through our clothes, but that’s all.”Booth waited a few moments. “So you’re saying you’ve never had sex at all?”“No sir.”“What about when you were a teenager. Did you and your buddies ever suck each other’s dicks?”“What? No!”“Hey, it’s no big deal. It’s a boy thing, or a man thing. A buddy thing. Did you ever jack each other off?”Vince shook his head again.“Like I said. The scratching stopped, his mobile rang. Scrambling his pockets for it, confusion replaced his fear – why was it on? Surely he’d turned it off before entering the cemetery? His questions seemed irrelevant when he saw the number… he answered, recognising his own voice. “It’s over.” That was it. Nothing else. He stood there looking at the phone, confused. Minutes passed before realisation hit him: It’s over – the waiting is over. Despite it making no sense, it was the only explanation – the woman. We cleared the other houses of Blanchetts. One house even had a baby. All had died of the virus. From what we could determine, they were three brothers who were farming the family land. We found deeds in the middle house and a plat of the valley showing some handwritten notes on what was grown where.It was now late summer and we reaped the harvest alongside every vegetarian animal you could imagine. Deer and rabbits were everywhere and we shot our meat. All three houses were equipped with.