I could think of plenty of other things I’d like but said I would and followed her to the kitchen as she went to the fridge asking what I’d like. ...The bitch was bending forward looking into the fridge and her skirt was quite high at the back and I knew she had no panties on so I reached forward and stroked her arse saying “why don’t we finish off what we started earlier?”She didn’t flinch just stayed bending forward as my hand rubbed her arse, but as I lifted her skirt she closed the fridge and. I couldn't come up with any optionsother than leaving school and moving out of state so I took afew breaths to calm down and stepped through the door.The breeze on my legs and up my skirt felt so strange as Idashed towards my car which was parked on the street in front ofmy house. A car drove by as I fumbled with my keys and I saw aboy in my class coming down the street towards me on his bike.I was so nervous I dropped my car keys and without thinking bentover at the waist to get them. A wolf. Since we'd had an early lunch, the kids were off out, playing with friends. It was delightful, just the two of us. She'd just poured boiling water into the cafetiere and the room was filling with the aroma of the rich, delightful Colombian blend. The house was peaceful, just the sound of the radio drifting through from the dining room. Not enough to distract, just an agreeable buzz. It made a nice change, I have to say. Bless their cotton socks, but those kids were noisy little buggers.I was. I felt horrible, for the first time since the apocalypse, I had feelings for other people, a slight empathy for her, she had sacrificed her life for me, my worthless life, she deserved to live more than I did, why did this happen? Was it destiny? Was it part of the prophecy? I could not figure this out myself.For days, I sat in my room, staring out the window, thinking if there was anyway I could have changed what destiny had planned, what the prophecy foretold. I visited Devon's grave daily,.