The banded friends and I leave the home and Dauber quickly locks and barricades the doors and windows-sadly to prevent us from reentry. I quickly lead the team with stealth like speed through the streets, and with one last prayer I say, ‘For our loved ones may we avenge them and bring the willing back safe.’ As we trained- I use the darkness under the moon for cover to move unseen through the crazed townspeople. We headed towards the home where my wife was abducted and forced into. This house is thought to be the sanctuary of the High-Archie. The sounds of evil voices from the infected townspeople grew closer. We’re close as we can get, and I give the signal to begin fighting. We simultaneously strike with precision blows- my sword rips through flesh and cuts off heads of the effected like a hot knife slicing through butter. The others attack with furry as well, shooting bow arrows, throwing Chinese stars causing bodies of the infected to drop like flies from raid. It’s a well earned. She got her hair and nails done, I put on one of my nicer suits and the three of us spent three hours out in public, between dinner, dessert, and coffee. When we got back to the house, John asked her to bring three glasses of wine into the living room while he prepared the forms to submit her paper for the conference. She was giddy and excited, ran into the kitchen and brought back glasses and one of our better reds. Everything changed when she walked into the front room. John was standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a dirty, tattered undershirt. His legs were thin and pale, the blue veins visible under the thin skin. He still had his stockings on. She could see the thin hair on his belly and his limp dick hanging down, a shocking eight inches and thicker than she (or I!) would have ever guessed. But it was his balls that caught my eyes. Like two oversized plums hanging in a yellowish sack. I walked to her and took the bottle and glasses out of her trembling hands..
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