”“Tell me about your current man and I will tell you about mine. I have arranged for you to meet him on Saturday,” Kaylene told me as we drove.L...ater in the week I emailed my man: ‘It was three in the afternoon when we arrived at Kaylene’s condo and had a bath together, never seen such a huge bath. We had our hands all over each other as we kissed like teenagers and slowly undressed each other. You would love her glorious big ass and 36C tits. Then exquisite lesbian sex after we oiled each. The door closed.With a sigh, I got up, and knocked on her door."Who is it?" came from inside."It's me. Rob. Rob Ortroski. You know ... the guy who was sitting outside your door waiting for you." Oh, hi! So nice of you to stop by. Come on in."I opened the door and found her putting away the bomber jacket and brushing her hair. I was struck again by her unusual beauty. That and her attitude. Dynamite, pure nitroglycerin, maybe C4, 'cause it sure was packed into some interesting shapes.She was in. ”He knew that his next words were going to surprise the shit out of her and said, “Oh yes I have.”Sandra sat up with a shocked look and asked, “Who Jason?”“My mother and sister. That’s who Sandra.”“Jason, Joanne is only sixteen and I don’t think Ann would do such a thing with someone so young.”“Why do you say that? You both just did.”“But Julie is twenty three Jason. There is a difference.”Jason just smiled and knew what she was saying was right but he wanted to see what she thought of. A real killing machine, even in my inexpert hands. Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to pull the cut a little, and it would go through like hot wire through butter. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can.