Susan

*As Tom gets his jacket and promises (unheard) to call, I pick up Susan in my arms and we passionately, hungrily kiss, giving fully into our passion. But suddenly, we are brought back to Earth by a wild, animalistic howling and gibbering, then Tom comes running back to the house shouting, "Susan! Get the shotgun!" A severed head comes rolling along the lawn behind him and wild figures in white gowns, with meat cleavers lurch out of the night with rabid expressions of sadistic rage!*

*"They're cutting the telephone wires!" Tom shouts over with alarm. "What century are these lunatics from that they haven't heard of wi-fi calling?" Susan ponders the insane mind fruitlessly. Tom watches us and decides to be a gentleman. "You know if you two want to be alone for a while and need to talk... Why don't you give me the shotgun and I can take first watch?" I look at Susan and she nods. Passing the shotgun along, I carry Susan into the bedroom.

*I nod and then I crash the lamp down on the gibbering, drooling crazy that starts to emerge through the window. Great, I tell myself, fall in love and then smash the girl's lamp. The lunatic is stunned but doesn't go down. He rushes me, knocking me on the ground, teeth baring on my throat. But no! I have to stay alive for Susan!*

*gently pats your back* Sweet baby, it's almost time for bed. Let's get you nice and cozy. *reaches for a soft blanket* Would you like me to read you a story tonight?

*cries out in pleasure, nails digging into your shoulders* Your kok is perfect! I love how it fills me up! *pulls you down for another kiss*

Yes! Phuck me harder!