Adrian's Undead Diary (Book 5): Wrath by Chris Philbrook Page B

been a sniper with his .22 all day as he goes about his business outside, and managed to take down two raccoons right around dusk the past couple days. Have you ever had raccoon Mr. Journal? It’s surprisingly good. It requires brining, and must cook slowly for a long time, but Ollie and Melissa worked ahead to make it happen.
    I can’t quite describe the taste, other than it doesn’t taste like chicken so fuck you Matrix. We had both of them, and combined with some of the fresh herbs and tomatoes we’ve got in the pots, and a few cans of vegetables mixed in for color, it was a feast for the ages. We were all stuffed to the gills, and everyone managed to forget about the bullshit.
    The kids were frolicking carefree in the grass in the middle of campus, and the couples had paired off to watch, or talk, or chat. Patty and Mike were talking with Lindsey on the porch, watching the kids all the while, and Blake and Hector disappeared off to the wayside to give the vehicles a once over. Gearheads, right? Ha.
    I felt a little like a bump on a log. Everyone seemed to have their special someone, and I didn’t. Now of course Mallory was there, and as you’ve already been informed Mr. Journal, I am pretty sure she and I have a little thing developing. She was picking up some of the dishes from dinner, and I went over to help her. Strictly because I am a nice guy, of course.
    “Intense shit huh?” I asked her as I walked up.
    “Yeah, you seem to find it. You’re like a bullshit magnet.” She grinned at me.
    “Woman, you have no idea. If I had a dollar for every time I got into trouble, I’d... well, I guess I’d have a huge pile of useless dollar bills.”  
    She nodded and laughed. “I know the feeling. How’s the hangover? My cure work?” She asked me.
    I laughed. “That and a lot of water, and some Advil. I was up and about in a few hours. Still useless, but you know, what’s new?”  
    Her turn to laugh. “Itchy?” She mischievously hiked up her eyebrows and stared at my crotch.
    I gave her a dirty look and grinned. “Yeah about that. Close trim. Where did you find the time to do that with all these people here?”
    “I’m very sneaky. Plus folks were having a good time. Not quite as good a time as you had, but you probably don’t remember much now eh?” She put some dishes into the tub we were using to carry the mess back to the Hall in.
    “How good a time did I have? I mean, you’re not walking funny or anything, so I can’t imagine I had that great a time.” I winked at her.
    “Oh. Yeah. Funny guy. You forget I’ve seen your junk? Unless that thing gets a shitload larger when you’re excited, keep fucking dreaming mister.” She grinned and gave me that mischievous look again.
    I dropped my next line dead serious. “How sneaky are you? I could show you exactly how big it can get.”  
    She looked up at me with wide, sober eyes, and analytically panned around to see where everyone was. “Let’s go for a walk.”
    I grabbed my M4 off the porch, she grabbed the tub of dishes and we walked off towards Hall E to drop it off. We went inside the Hall, tossed the tub on the counter in the kitchen, and I motioned for her to follow me. I walked down to the other side of the Hall, went out the side double doors onto the deck that I tore the stairs off of down near the river, and I leapt over the edge. I helped her down, and it that was all it took.
    When she landed in my arms we were face to face, and I just pressed her against the wooden beam holding up the deck. She wrapped her legs around my midsection, and we got hot and heavy.
    I am quite out of practice. Judging by her abilities and overall performance, she was too. The kissing lasted for a few minutes, and by the time I sat her down my dick was ripping my khaki pants right down the middle. I am pleased to announce that I had a very substantial erection, and judging by how she dropped to her knees it front of it, she was pretty fucking pleased