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Chapter Seven

 

 

“Shane,” Rick said suddenly, making me jump.  “I can’t thank you enough for getting my family out and to safety.  I owe you.”  He said, his eyes pointedly jumping to me before resting back on Shane. 

 

~Ed Peletier~

Ed scoffed, kicking at the rocks around their pit, “Why don’t you mind yer own business for once?”  Trusty growled at his threatening tone and I had to grab on to his collar before he made a nice snack out of Ed—You don’t mess with Papa Walsh or Mama Grimes, Trusty will bite you. 

Chapter Eight

 

Several hours later—thankfully, after Carl had fallen asleep—his headphones still blaring in his ears—the groaning started, both mine and my brothers and for two very different reasons. 

“Oh Lori, that feels so good baby, so wet—

“Noooo,” I groaned, slipping out from beside Carl as Shane started laughing lowly. 

“Shut-up you big fool and move over.”  I growled.  “Your snores will drown out anything.”