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Georgia In My MInd	By : TheByronicMan Category: M through R > Newsflesh (trilogy) > Newsflesh (trilogy) Views: 2033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The alarm went off way too early. I quickly shut it off before Shaun awoke. He was up half the night arguing with himself while I tried not to let on that I was awake. At least he was too tired to try to kill me in his sleep. I staggered to the kitchen and took a Coke from the fridge, then started Shaun's coffee brewing. I drank half a can before the caffeine kicked in enough that I could contemplate something more complicated like putting breakfast in the microwave. When Shaun and I were hoping to be successful enough to move out on our own, I swore that I would miss nothing about living with our alleged parents. I was wrong. I was getting tired of food that had been processed to bland, barely recognizable pap. The takeout Shaun had brought me the night before was the culinary high point for the week. We had mastered a lot of important survival skills, but cooking wasn't one of them. Neither of us was all that interested in making the effort to learn, hoping the other would do it. It was a competition to see who would break down first.
The microwave beeped, and breakfast was served. I went to wake Shaun up, I'd let him sleep in as long as we could afford. He wasn't happy about being awakened, but managed something that might charitably be considered a smile when he saw the coffee waiting for him. After inhaling a mug of the stuff, he regained the power of speech.
“Good morning.”
“That's your opinion.”
“Dammit George, I'm an Irwin, not an opinion columnist,” he said, with a real smile this time.
I smiled back. “You're on your own time right now, you're allowed to have an opinion. Even if it's wrong.”
Too soon it was time to go. Since we would be gone for a while, I actually made the effort to put the remains of breakfast into the trash and badgered Shaun into putting it by the curb. We loaded our luggage in the van and headed out. There wasn't much traffic this time of morning, so I took the wheel. I still had all the knowledge to drive, but my new body didn't have the muscle memory or the reflexes, so I needed the practice. I take that back, I had most of the knowledge. Apparently part of the 3% difference between me and the original Georgia Mason was awareness of yield signs. Shaun had to explain them to me after I blew through one. For a brief moment, I was like almost every other driver on the road.
What little good mood Shaun had soon evaporated. “I wish we could just take the van the whole way.”
“I looked into that. We'd need fake plates, fake registration, and fake insurance to get it across the border without sending up red flags. And a hacker good enough to insert our fake info into the system.”
“I know. It still sucks.”
We made it to the tour company well ahead of our fellow travelers. It was a small operation, the owner was also the bus driver. In exchange for a wad of cash, he supplied us with IDs that sort of looked like us, a tour packet with meal vouchers and a hotel room assignment, and slipped our weapons bag in with his own luggage. Shaun wasn't happy about going unarmed, but carrying weapons across an international border still brought extra scrutiny. The bus was a lower end model, only divided into three separate compartments to contain possible outbreaks. Most buses have at least twice that many, and some can isolate each pair of seats. After another half an hour the tourists started filtering in, and we soon boarded. Six hours and one run-down diner later, we were back in the United States for the first time in the better part of a year. We actually slept through the border crossing, only waking up long enough to pass our IDs back to the driver. Shaun was anesthetized, and his discorporeal passenger silenced, with the help of a pocket flask. I was just tired. During our dinner stop, the driver took the opportunity to put our weapons back with the rest of our bags.
Eight hours after crossing the border, we entered Yellowstone and pulled up to our hotel at Mammoth Hot Springs. The blood test unit at the lobby door looked out of place attached to the century-old building. We got our key, found the room, and unpacked just enough for the night. Shaun's good mood returned when I joined him in the shower. This was the last night for who knew how long that we could be assured of privacy, and I intended to make the most of it. Good thing we'd slept on the bus.
I stood back and admired him for a moment. The water cascading over his skin really brought out his muscles. A tan would have done it even better, but the tanning season in Canada was even shorter than in Berkeley, so my brother was as pale as he ever gets. I moved towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck and stretching up to kiss him while his hands cupped my ass. I felt his cock rising between my thighs and my hips moved almost of their own accord, rubbing my clit along the top of his shaft. He easily lifted me up and pressed me against the wall. As soon as my feet left the floor I wrapped my legs around his waist. I reached down between our bodies and guided him into me, moaning as his full length entered my cunt.
I kissed him hard as he repeatedly slammed me against the wall. There was an edge of desperation to our lovemaking, not knowing when we would get another chance. With my weight supported by the solid wall behind me and my legs wrapped around his waist, Shaun released my ass moved his hands up to caress my breasts. The added stimulation soon brought me to climax, and I struggled to hold myself up until my brother's orgasm. Spent, we slid to the floor of the shower, cuddling under the deluge of hot water. By the time we got to our feet, dried off, and staggered to the bed, we were ready to go again.
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we got up just in time to make it to the dining room for breakfast. Luckily we weren't expected until around noon. Once fed, we got directions to the Park Service housing area where we were supposed to meet our ride. We had an hour to kill, so we detoured to look at the hot springs that gave the place its name. We spent some time walking around the terraces built up by thousands of years of mineral-rich hot water. Very hot, in the 170 degree range. Finally, we headed for our destination. We came into sight of the house we were looking for and Shaun stopped dead in his tracks.
“This is your idea of traveling inconspicuously? Those are two of the most famous vehicles in journalism, the Dilemma and the Meatwagon. Hell, I should have figured it out. I read they were on vacation.”
Parked in front of the house was an old military armored car and a station wagon of some sort. I started walking towards the front door and Shaun quickly caught up with me. I knocked, and the door was answered by someone I didn't recognize, a remarkably top-heavy Hispanic woman in a Park Ranger uniform.
“Hi, you must be the folks we've been expecting. I'm Anna Guillen, come on in.”
“Um, hi,” Shaun and I said in unison and followed her inside. There we found the people we'd been looking for, Rob and Bobbie Phillips from Texas Zombie Reporter. I knew Rob was somewhere on Shaun's must-watch list. I don't think he knew that I logged on to TZR every now and then. It wasn't professional interest, but it wasn't any kind of attraction either. Rob Phillips was one of the few Irwins who matched my brother for taking crazy chances and living through them. I guess he was kind of a talisman for me, as long as he survived I figured Shaun could too.
They stood up as we entered the room. He was somewhere close to six feet tall, wearing pants and a jacket of some kind of black leather with a pebbled texture, and built similarly to Shaun. Not surprising, they were both in the same physically demanding profession. His wife nearly matched him in height, wore more normal street clothes, and had a complexion several shades darker than his own deep tan. While not quite as buxom as the Ranger, she had sufficient curves to draw most heterosexual male eyes. Including Shaun's, I was annoyed to note.
Rob greeted us first. “Hello, nice to finally meet you two after following your reports for so long. I'm Rob, this is my wife Bobbie, and you've already met our fiancee Anna.”
I blinked at that, inwardly cursing the inadvertent hesitation before I returned the introductions. I had no business looking askance at other people's relationships. “Hi, I'm Georgia Mason, and this is my brother, Shaun.”
“But you can just call her George, everyone does,” Shaun added. I elbowed him in the side.
“Well, take a seat. We have some time to plan things out while Anna finishes packing.”
I settled into a chair. “She's going with us?”
“Yep. She's being transferred to Big Bend, so we're giving her a lift. She'll be an asset traveling the back roads. If she wasn't so over-educated and dedicated to catching bad guys, she'd have made one hell of an Irwin. And since she'll finally be living within a day's drive of us, we're going to marry her before she reports to her new job.” Seeing the expression on my face, he added, “No, it won't be legally recognized, but we're working on that.”
“So, what's your plan for the trip to Texas?”
“First opportunity, we'll go off the grid. There won't be a chance until we're about half way through Wyoming. I figure on you riding with Bobbie to give her a relief driver and some backup. If Anna and your brother ride with me, that will put our best shooters together, ready to deal with any infected we find along the way.”
“Couldn't Shaun ride with me and Bobbie?”
“I've only got room for one passenger,” Bobbie said. “The back end was designed for hauling coffins, and I've got my mobile computer setup installed back there.”
I had a sudden realization. “Oh, it's a hearse.”
“That's why I named it the Meat Wagon. It was one of less than thirty 2015 models made by Cadillac before the Rising.”
Shaun nudged me. “You are so unobservant sometimes.”
I sniffed at the slander against one of my most treasured professional skills. “What are we going to do at night, or do you plan to drive straight through?”
“Even switching off drivers, that's too far of a stretch. And we'll be hauling too much luggage to bed everyone down in the vehicles. I've pulled together a list of relatively safe places off the main roads where we can rent rooms.”
I turned all that over in my mind, but couldn't find any flaws. “Sounds like a plan.”
Anna returned to the room at that point, now dressed similarly to Rob and carrying surprisingly few bags for someone moving across the country. We all trooped out to the vehicles and drove to the hotel to get our bags. We didn't bother to check out, the room was still paid up for another two nights, so we just hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. That should give us a least a few days before anyone missed us. Shaun and I shared a last kiss in the room, not knowing when we would have another chance. A few minutes later, we were driving south through the park. I was relieved to finally have my .40 back on my hip, and I know Shaun was overjoyed to have access to his arsenal again.
After watching the scenery go by for a while, I turned to Bobbie. “I really appreciate you doing this for us.”
“Like I said the other day, we owe you more than we can repay. I'm just glad we were in the right place at the right time to pay down the debt a bit.”
“We didn't do that much, we were just staggering from one crisis to another, trying to come out the other end alive.”
“Hon, you broke the story of the century. People with reservoir conditions, like Rob, are safer today because of what you did.”
“Did the CDC really try to kill him?”
“We didn't realize it at the time, but after the fact it seemed obvious. He was driving home after his trip to Big Bend when a flatbed truck loaded with scrap metal crossed the center line and nearly hit him head on. Luckily, Rob had recently been practicing tricky maneuvers and his dad was a strong advocate of what he calls the 'Four Ps of Driving,' so he was able to dodge it. The truck went off the road and flipped, killing the driver. The police were never able to identify him, and the registration was faked.”
“The four Ps of driving?”
“Pay attention, Plan ahead, People are idiots, and Paranoia is your friend.”
I laughed. “I'll have to remember that. They didn't try again?”
“Well, there was the attack on our wedding, but we have better suspects for that.”
“I remember something about that, but we were so busy on the campaign trail.”
“Yeah, I'm sure that kept you fully occupied. Remind me to thank your brother for getting Tate out of the Governor's mansion for us.”
“Thank my brother for getting Tate out of the Governor's mansion.”
“Smart ass.”
“Better than being a dumb ass.”
“True.”
About that time the armored vehicle ahead of us came to a stop. Bobbie braked to a halt behind it, and I looked out the windshield to see an enormous herd of buffalo crossing the road in front of us. Shaun, Rob, and Anna got out to stand on the shoulder. Bobbie quickly joined them. With considerable trepidation, I climbed out of the hearse and made it unanimous. I couldn't count the number of huge animals covering the landscape. It made me nervous as hell. Shaun pointed out a number of Park Rangers on horseback and carrying rifles patrolling the fringes of the herd.
“One of the Park Service's biggest single expenses is keeping constant watch on the buffalo herds of Yellowstone in order to limit outbreaks,” Anna said. “I've pulled that duty myself, once I learned how to ride a horse. It's not a fun job.”
Rob said, “Next time we have a quiet evening, remind me to interview you about that.”
His careful phrasing robbed me of another opportunity for smart-assery.
Anna said, “Do any of your readers care about things outside of Texas?”
“Sure they do. Besides, I have to get some kind of content out of this trip.”
Rob pulled a small tablet computer out of his pocket. He started tapping on the screen, and I heard the sound of an electric motor to my left. I looked over to see a pillar rising from the roof of his armored car. When it stopped, a camera at the top moved to pan across the buffalo carpeting the landscape. I was instantly jealous.
“Wow, that's a sweet setup,” I said.
Bobbie turned to me. “Yeah, expensive too. There are also three cameras with wide-angle lenses that give a 360 degree view, but he has those turned off. It's basically a scaled up version of his field cameras. If you'd like, I can put you in touch with his electronics guy. For the right price, I'm sure you can get the plans.”
“I may take you up on that. So, are you planning to post video of your vacation?”
“Some. This will probably be the last thing we post before we get home, and I'll delay it a couple of days. People already know we planned to hit Yellowstone, so it would look weird to not post anything. I'll screen anything that is posted to make sure you two aren't shown. If you'd like, y'all can sit in.”
If Bobbie was like other video editors I knew, that was a major concession. They normally hate having people look over their shoulders while they work. I found it reassuring. We watched the herd for a couple of hours before they finally cleared the road enough that we could continue.
Rob put away his computer and turned to face the rest of us. “Well, that puts a kink in our plans. We're not going to make it as far as I'd hoped before we have to stop for the night, and we still need to lay in some food supplies. We'll cover the meals, but be thinking about anything extra you want, it'll have to be a quick stop. We should be able to make it to the place Bobbie and I stayed last night, and we know the proprietors are trustworthy. Oh well, the longer everything goes according to plan, the bigger the impending disaster.”
“Geez,” Shaun said, “before we left for Canada almost nothing went according to plan, and the disaster was huge. I'd hate to see how much worse it could have been.”
On that note, we got back on the road. Bobbie gave me the password to her mobile network and told me how to request an encrypted link to Rob's system so I could talk with Shaun. We compared impressions, and tentatively decided that we could trust these people. We continued chatting as the miles disappeared behind us. After a few hours, we stopped at a gas station in Jackson, Wyoming. Rob and Anna stayed to fuel up the vehicles while the rest of us went to a small grocery store across the street. Shaun went off with half of the shopping list. I found myself looking forward to dinner, as Bobbie's half of the list included fresh fruits and vegetables in addition to canned goods and meat. I detoured long enough to secure a case of Coke. Lucky for Shaun, both Anna and Bobbie were as much coffee fiends as he was, and already had a good supply. Rob was right about a quick stop, it was barely fifteen minutes before the supplies were loaded and we were moving again.
The same stop would have taken hours in California. The store we shopped at in Canada was nearly as fast, but neither that store nor this one seemed any less secure than the ones back at our old home. I suspected that the delays we grew up with were intentional, hoping that bored shoppers would pick up more items while they were waiting. By the doors at the section dividers, you usually found the same sort of impulse buy merchandise that was normally stocked at the cash registers. That was absent here.
An hour later we turned off of the highway. The side road was blocked by half a dozen large boulders, but a gravel detour led around them. I would have said the road was in bad repair, but that would imply there had been any repairs at all. As near as I could tell, there hadn't been any work done on it since the Rising. We had to slow down, but it was only another hour before we passed a sign announcing that we had entered the town of Marbleton, population 1094. That figure had been crossed out, with the number four followed by a question mark painted beneath it. A short while later, we turned off what passed for the main street, and after a few blocks we pulled up outside a well-maintained and formidable fence surrounding what looked like an apartment complex. A man came out to meet us carrying a hunting rifle of some sort, though I had no idea what he thought he could do if Rob decided to drive through the fence. Rob popped his head up through a hatch in the front and talked to the guard. He opened the gate and waved us through. We parked and got out, and I was surprised not to be greeted with a blood test kit. Shaun had told me that it was normal for places off the grid like this, but I hadn't quite believed him. The sun was starting to set as we entered a living room that had been pressed into service as an office. Waiting for us was a woman that looked to be in her mid 60s, but clearly healthy and in good shape.
“Ah, you're back! And you brought friends this time.”
Rob answered, “Yeah. We were hoping to be further down the road by now, but we ended up on the wrong side of a buffalo herd.”
“You're bad luck is my good fortune. Two rooms, or three?”
“Actually, we'd like that party suite you mentioned last time.”
“Good choice. Let me see about getting it ready.” She pressed an intercom button. “Adam, get suite number one fired up, pronto.” She turned back to us. “That'll be 30 gallons of diesel this time.”
“Sorry, can't be sure when we can fuel up again. I just can't spare it.”
“Okay then, two grams, or we can haggle over supplies.”
“As tired as I am, you'd take me to the cleaners. Gold it is.” Rob reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out two plastic disks about the size of quarter, each one holding a tiny gold bar in the center that was smaller than a fingernail. He laid them on the desk.
“Damn, I was hoping for a good haggling session. Here's your keys, it's the last unit on the left. Power should be on by now, hot water should be good in fifteen minutes. The hot tub will take about an hour to get up to temp. Have fun, kids, and keep it down to a dull roar after midnight. Unless you invite me to join you, that is.” She leered at both Rob and Shaun. I was too surprised to be jealous.
Rob and Anna drove to the indicated unit, while the rest of us walked the short distance. There was a generator running around the corner from the door.
“Must be hell getting fuel out here. I can see why they want it as payment,” Shaun said.
Rob replied, “I asked about that. Turns out there are some old natural gas wells outside of town, and they tapped into one. Almost everything runs on it. They need the diesel for some farm equipment they use to grow food.”
We offloaded enough food and luggage for the night. The apartment had three bedrooms, and Rob, Bobbie, and Anna all carried their bags into one. I dreaded the inevitable question as Shaun and I both hauled our gear into one of the other rooms, but all anyone said was that dinner would be ready in about an hour. We took turns in the shower, me first because since my resurrection I could handle the not yet hot water better. I guess there was some advantage to being in a body that had been raised in a climate controlled lab environment rather than in sunny California. I was surprised again, this time at the absence of bleach in the water. After Shaun was done, we got dressed and joined the others in the now wonderful smelling kitchen. Rob had three skillets going, sauteing sliced peppers and onions in one, and cooking boneless chicken thighs in the other two. Bobbie was chopping tomatoes and Anna was setting the table.
We stood there, stupidly wondering what we could do to help, until Anna noticed our confusion. “Go on and sit down. They've got everything under control.”
I had put a Coke in the freezer when we first got in, so I retrieved it and sat down. It was a bit slushy when I opened it, so I had to take small sips to avoid brainfreeze. Shaun settled in with a cup of coffee. A few minutes later Rob was slicing the chicken while Bobbie laid out the tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, sour cream, fresh guacamole, picante sauce, and tortillas. Rob set the platter of meat, peppers, and onions in the center, and we all dug in. I thought it was too much for us to eat, but I was wrong. It was quickly gone, with Shaun and I taking our fair share.
When we were done, Rob said, “Sorry about the meat. Didn't have time to marinate it, so I had to settle for a dry rub.”
Shaun said, “My man, those were the best fajitas I've had since... Well, at least since I moved to Canada.”
“High praise indeed. Though my dad would insist you can't call them fajitas, because the term refers to a cut of meat that chickens don't have.” Rob sighed. “All these buffalo around, and we can't eat any of them.”
I did some mental arithmetic. Rob was just about old enough to remember the taste of beef and pork. And, presumably, buffalo.
Bobbie leaned back in her chair. “Okay, story time. Way back in the dim dark past, there was a time when tens of thousands of people attended sporting events. Even farther back, the sports teams rode the train to out of town games. Such was the case with a baseball team called the New York Yankees. A number of sports writers were traveling with the team, and gathered in a dining car late one night. At some point, a player by the name of Babe Ruth entered the car, ran through it completely naked, and exited the other end. Following close behind him was a woman, equally naked, with a knife. One of the reporters looked at the rest and said, 'It's a good thing I didn't see that, or I'd have to report about it'.”
I was wondering what the point of the story was when Bobbie looked directly at me and Shaun.
“Here's the thing. We've heard some rumors about the unusual closeness of your relationship, no doubt spread by jealous rivals. We don't care if those rumors are true or not. We are hardly in a position to cast aspersions on other people's consensual practices, even if we wanted to. Which we don't. Feel free to be yourselves. If anything happens that might damage your reputations, you can trust us not to 'see' it. To the best of my knowledge, that amusing anecdote remained untold until after Babe Ruth's death. You can rely on even greater discretion from us.”
I murmured a weak “Thank you.”
Shaun added a “What she said.”
Anna spoke up. “Now that we have that out of the way, you boys shoo. It's time for some girl talk.”
Rob stood up. “Come on Shaun, I'll give you a proper tour of the Dilemma.”
As they left the room I asked, “Dilemma?”
Bobbie answered, “You might have noticed those huge bull horns mounted on the front of the LAV? Rob likes to spear zombies with them. After that, they would be on....”
I groaned. “On the horns of a dilemma.”
“You got it. Rob loves puns. He has an enviable command of the language, and can twist it in ways most people can't imagine. I was a little intimidated at first. I started my business in high school and never saw the need to go to college. I used to struggle to find the right way to say something, I work better with images, while Rob is never at a loss for words. Well, except when he's mesmerized by the awesome power of the mighty hypno-boobs over there.” Bobbie gestured at Anna. “But I'm getting better. And speaking of relationships, we're prepared to open ours up to scrutiny.”
I had to laugh at that. “I'm from Berkeley, hippie capital of the country. I've seen stranger arrangements than what you have. Not quite at this close of a range, true, and I was surprised to find that sort of thing outside of California. Texas isn't exactly known for free spirits.”
“A perception spread by people who have never been there. Hell, Austin has been referred to as 'Berkeley East' for decades.”
I grimaced. I hate being caught stereotyping people. “Sorry. I'm usually more open-minded than that.”
What followed was a discussion of polyamorous relationship dynamics, their own and those of other poly families they knew, soon devolving into a sort of seminar on the sexual gymnastics possible by groups of up to five people at once. Not an education I would have sought on my own, and not something I had much use for. Still, I was getting increasingly turned on, and there were a few tidbits I could put to use with Shaun. After the guys returned, Shaun and I insisted on doing the dishes, the one kitchen skill we had been experts at since our teens. Once that was done and we split up to go to our rooms, I dragged my brother to bed and showed him what I had learned.
Once I had him naked and lying down, I kissed my way down his body, pushing his legs apart and settling between them. I stroked his cock while sucking first one ball, then the other into my mouth. He tensed up, but didn't say anything, and after a moment his hips started rocking, a sure sign of pleasure. I licked up the side of his shaft before wrapping my lips around the head. I looked up at my brother's face while I teased the end of his cock, and expression of rapture I saw there made my heart melt. I gently massaged his balls while taking his cock deeper into my mouth. I slipped my other hand between my legs to rub my clit. That helped me fight past my gag reflex to swallow his full length.
I rubbed myself to orgasm while sucking my brother's cock, then slipped a finger into my cunt. Once it was well lubricated I slid it between Shaun's butt cheeks. He tried to squirm away but I persisted, gently inserting my finger into his ass. I knew I had found the right spot when he started rapidly thrusting into my mouth. In less than a minute he came so hard I thought I would drown, and I swore it bruised the back of my throat. He lay there as though stunned as I teased the last of his cum from his cock and then crawled up beside him. He finally recovered and hugged me tightly, struggling to find words. I cried tears of joy into his chest, happy that I had given him such pleasure and grateful for the advice that led to it.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up feeling restless. I slipped on a long t-shirt and wandered out to the kitchen to get a Coke. There was light streaming in from the glass doors leading to an enclosed patio in the back. There was a hot tub on the patio, and our three traveling companions were taking advantage of it. They were wrapped in a mutual embrace, so I stayed out of the light as best as I could, not wanting to interrupt their fun. I got my Coke, popping the top as quietly as I could, and found a chair in shadowed spot. I wasn't sure why I was spying on them. I've never really much of a voyeur, and I always preferred my porn in written form. I must have still been horny.
Anna and Bobbie were sitting in Rob's lap, kissing passionately while he nibbled their necks. From the way their shoulders were moving, I could tell that all six hands were busy under the water. After a while, Rob and Bobbie started kissing while Anna moved away. Anna ducked her head under the water, and I could tell from his reaction that she was sucking his dick. A minute later she came up gasping for air and smiling at the same time, then went back under the water again. She repeated that several times as I watched.
Bobbie got up and sat on the edge of the tub. The next time Anna came up for air, Bobbie grabbed her hair and pulled Anna's head between her thighs. Bobbie threw back her head and gasped, and with her leg blocking my view I could only imagine what Anna's mouth was doing. Rob moved around behind Anna, and I was disappointed that the water was deep enough that I still couldn't see his cock. He pulled Anna's hips up to the surface and held onto her waist as he thrust into her from behind. He fucked her slowly at first, then built up speed until he was slamming into her cunt so hard that each stroke sent a little geyser of water up from between Anna's butt cheeks. Bobbie was gasping in rhythm with them as each stroke drove Anna's mouth harder against Bobbie's cunt.
An orgasm took me by surprise. I had been so caught up in watching them that I hadn't even realized that I had been rubbing my clit. Part of me wanted to keep watching them and fingering myself, but the rest of me needed more than that. I quickly finished the rest of my Coke and staggered to the bedroom. I pulled back the sheets and leaned over Shaun's hips, sucking his soft cock. I heard him wake up and felt his hands stroking my hair. He got hard quickly, and I sat up and straddled his hips, impaling myself on his dick. I was sopping wet, so my cunt slid easily up and down his shaft. I braced my hands on his chest and fucked him as fast as my hips could move. His hands found my breasts, kneading my flesh, his thumbs rubbing across my nipples. I came hard, grinding my clit against his pubic hair, my pussy clamping down, feeling his cock throb as he shot a load of sperm inside me. The orgasm rolled through me for what seemed like forever. When it finally subsided I collapsed on top of him and his arms went around me. A few minutes later we rolled onto our sides, still embracing. I could feel his semi-hard cock still inside me as I drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

I really hope we can trust these people. They seem friendly enough, but I've had supposed friends turn out to be vicious enemies. When even my own parents can seriously consider betraying me, how much do I dare trust strangers?
And there is more than one kind of trust. I may specialize in playing with dead things, but I do have a few journalistic instincts. When I run the computer logs and see how much time George has spent viewing Texas Zombie Reporter, I can't help but wonder. Rob Phillips is an impressive man, handsome, self-assured, competent, and intelligent. In some ways, he's like me, only years older and more experienced. The company he keeps suggests he has a way with the ladies, something my brief, disastrous romance with Becks proves that I sorely lack. And he's one helluva cook. I know George loves me, but I haven't been the lover or the brother she needs lately. If it came down to a competition, I'm pretty sure I would lose.
- From Hail to the King, the blog of Shaun Mason
- July 25, 2042 (Unpublished)
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