Night of the Dead

You grab onto her for dear life, and she looks rather umcomfortable. But she doesn't push you off, but instead, she let's your arms wrap themselves to her more tightly and closes her eyes.

After a while, the car finally pulled to a stop in front of a delipidated looking house. You silently let go of Miranda, blushing hotly, and you climb out of the car. Without a word, you followed Mr. Hunter and Miranda into the building.

When you got inside, Mr. Hunter turned and smiled, amused at the expression on your face.

"Nice place eh? We rented this place really cheaply, right, Miranda?" Mr. Hunter says, and you can't help but drop your draw. They've been living in here for all this time?!

You look around, the wood was rotting and everything looked burned or broken. It was something that ghosts lived in, rather than humans like Mr. Hunter.

After an unsatisfying dinner of scrap meat and veggies and a quick shower, you all laid down on the rotting wooden floor to sleep, since there was no furniture in the place accept decently clean matts.

You can't sleep, since next to you is Miranda, in her simple cotton bathrobe. You now notice that she isn't wearing a bra, and how her pert nipples showed through the cloth...

Mr. Hunter's snore snaps you out of your daze. Her father is here, no time for indecent thoughts, but still...being an eighteen-year old guy laying next to someone like Miranda is...difficult.

Miranda mumbles, and turns towards you, and her bathrobe is opening, to reveal a firm red nipple peaking out.