The Dead Rise (Book 1): Zombies and Chainsaws by Mike Evans Page B

why there were hundreds of people moaning in the street and walking very slowly his way and he didn’t care. He turned around looking over his shoulder. The people were following him and he checked his pants wishing that he had taken his pistol out of the van. He knew it didn’t make much difference to him considering the fact that he knew if he got picked up out of state and shit faced that he’d be going to jail for sure. Right now he would happily like to talk to a police officer if they could possibly explain, what the group that looked like a cult, roaming the streets was doing out.
     He threw out his smoke and turned around running for the hotel. If Jude was still knocking boots he didn’t give two shits. He never stopped until he put enough distance between himself and the crazies in the street to where he felt confident they wouldn’t be on his tail.
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     Kindra kissed Jude’s neck slowly rubbing his sides and grinding herself on him. Jude looked up at the ceiling fan spinning and thinking of his wife. He knew he couldn’t go through with it. He decided it was better if he let her know before she went much further.
    Jude said, “Honey I'm sorry, but I thought I could do this, but I'm sorry I just can’t.”
     She kissed his ear and bit on his lobe. She ran her hand down between his legs checking what she knew was ready for her. She said, “Well it kind of seems like maybe you are able to do it, so is it that you don’t want to do it anymore?”
                   "Call me stupid, or maybe old fashioned but I can't do this. I don't do one night stands. My sister-in-law told me to go and to bounce in the sheets as she poetically put it. Well, I wanted to at least try but there wasn't anything which I could do about it."
     She pushed up off the bed looking around the room; this was not a situation which she had to deal with before. She winked at Jude and said, “Well let’s just call you old fashioned honey. There ain’t anything wrong with you having a moral compass that ya’ll follow. Just wish I’d have not gotten all hot and bothered before you made your mind up about what you thought you could handle.”
     Jude said, “Well honey if it was something I thought I could do, let me just say that I would want it to be you for sure. I just don’t think I am ready. It’s only been a couple years and well, I am still dealing with some shit. It is hard to explain.”
     "There isn't any reason to explain anything sugar, but I tell you what all that fooling around left me just a bit parched. You got anything up in here that I can wet my whistle with by chance?" Kindra asked.
     Jude said, "I got a beer, but it's piss warm, sorry."
     She pushed off the bed looking around the room for her clothes. She said, “Well tell you what I’m going to head over to the ice machine outside and we can put it on ice. We give it a while and it’ll be ice cold and tickle the entire way down. You think anyone will mind if I go out there in my unmentionables?”
     Jude said, “No, no I don’t think anyone would mind seeing you. God knows if any of my men see you they are gonna have one hell of a heart attack. The ice machines just around the corner, leave it unlocked I need to use the bathroom.”
     She looked at the case of beer sitting on the table and said, “You know if we get enough of those beers in me I just want to warn you that you might not have the option of staying a perfect gentleman.”
     Jude smiled thinking worse things in life could happen. He said, “Well you know if the night comes to that I guess I could live with myself.”
     She smiled a new goal presenting itself that she very much was looking forward to making happen. She put a little extra shake in her step as she walked outside after looking around to make sure the coast was clear. Jude watched rubbing his hair and shaking his head. He pushed off of the bed and headed to the bathroom hoping that if he spent enough time