Nancy was barely functional the next morning. She'd slept like the dead, but upon waking still didn't feel like she'd recovered from the multiple body-wracking orgasms Serena had tirelessly delivered. If she didn't have classes to get to, there'd have been no dragging her from her warm, comfy bed.

She sat alone at the breakfast table at first, chewing her cereal with blank eyes and an untasting mouth. Eating by reflex rather than any sense of desire for it.

Drew joined Nancy when she was about halfway through her bowl, but had to wave his hand in front of her face before she acknowledged him.

"You playing a zombie in...