“Agreed; now what are we going to do about Justine and the love of her life?” I asked. “Anita, he goes back in the grave tonight; you can’t let this girl carry the memory of the one perfect night with her forever.”
This is pretty damn simple, honestly. Necrophilia is against the law in every state, according to previous chapters in this very book. So even though the zombie looks and behaves like a person, he is still dead. Not vampire dead. Dead dead. There should not have been several paragraphs dedicated to debating this. Ten chapters ago, Anita was disgusted about zombie porn and she wanted to bring the responsible animator(s) to justice; now she is contemplating allowing her own zombie an hour of sexy time. The contradiction is so old that it’s beyond the annoyance stage.
