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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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I woke up in the morning feeling better than I had in months. George and I had learned a lot about each other the night before. I had thought there wasn't anything I didn't know about her, but I was glad to be wrong. Of course, I'm usually wrong, so it was a comfortable feeling. I looked over at her, sleeping soundly next to me. The sheet had slipped down just below her waist, exposing the smooth curve of her back. I resisted the urge to pull the sheet lower and just watched her sleep instead, fully at peace with the world.
Unfortunately, the peace didn't last long.
Shaun, don't go through with this.
I clutched my head. “Go away.”
Please don't shut me out. I'll stop trying to hurt her, I promise.
“You said that the last time I chewed on the barrel of my gun. Then you tried to strangle George in my sleep. You were created to lie to me. I can't trust you.”
I'm begging you, I'll do anything you want.
The voice in my head took on a whining note that I had never heard from my sister in any of her incarnations. It set my teeth on edge. I stumbled out of bed, refusing to respond to her pleas. I scanned all of the junk hanging on the wall and picked the one thing I vaguely recognized. It was a riding crop, though instead of a rectangular piece of leather the end was shaped like a little hand. I yanked it off of its hook, accidentally knocking to the floor some kind of flexible tapered rod about five feet long. I tested the crop on my thigh, deciding it would suit my purpose.
I shook George awake and handed it to her. She took it with a puzzled expression on her face. “Please. Don't hold back. Leave bruises this time. Maybe it will keep her out of my head for a while.”
I went over to a padded, uh, something that was just the right height for the ordeal to come and bent over it. I could hear George get out of bed and hesitantly walk up behind me. I heard her inhale deeply, then there was a whistling sound, and suddenly my ass was on fire. Georgia had been pleading incessantly in the back of my mind, but when the strike landed she screamed inside my head. Blessed mental silence followed. My own thought processes pretty much shut down, there was only pain as more blows landed on my butt and the backs of my thighs. Maybe I should have been worried that my sister was so willing to do this to me, even if it was for my benefit.
Finally, she stopped. “Ooh, you've got these cute little hand-shaped bruises coming up all over your butt.”
“I'm probably going to regret this all day, but good job.”
She laughed and pressed her pelvis against my backside. Every one of her pubic hairs felt like a hot knife drawn through my flesh. Her hands trailed up my back to my shoulders. She took hold of my hair and pulled my head back, and it was as though an electric spark shot through my body. Before I realized it, I was kneeling on the floor. George kept her grip on my hair, stepping around in front of me and leaning against the bench, tilting my head back so I was forced to look up at her. I didn't know why, but something about this felt so right.
She shifted her feet farther apart and pulled my face between her thighs. I responded without thinking, almost devouring her as her hand in my hair guided my mouth to where she wanted it. She outright used me to get herself off, and I loved every second of it. Finally I heard her choking back a scream, and she pulled my head away just before I thought I would drown. She looked down into my eyes, smiling, and then her gaze dropped further. She raised one foot and stroked her toes along the side of my cock. I shivered in pleasure.
“I suppose I should let you put this to use.”
She pulled me to my feet and then finally released my hair. I stood there dumbfounded as she straddled the bench. She rested her head on one end and scooted back so her ass hung off the other, her elbows and knees resting on what I finally realized were padded supports intended for just that purpose.
George looked back at me. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I moved behind her and entered her in a long, slow thrust. George hissed between her teeth as my cock eased into her. I slid in and out of her in a slow steady rhythm.
"Dammit Shaun, fuck me hard!"
Even before my concious mind processed the words, I picked up the pace. I grabbed her hips and scooted my feet back, using the extra leverage to slam harder into her cunt, She grunted with each thrust, pushing her ass back to meet me. My mind went pretty much blank at that point, I was focused only on pleasing her. Every thing that happened after that was a blur. My next clear memory was of lying on the floor with my head pillowed on George's lap while she gently stroked my hair, feeling more connected to my sister than I had in years. I found the strength to look up at her, and she was as happy as I had ever seen her. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that before finally getting to our feet.
I went to get dressed. I was pulling up my underwear when I suddenly changed my mind and got out the silk boxers George had gotten me for Valentine's Day. That felt a little better, though putting on my jeans was agony. George was fully dressed before I was, but I caught up with her before someone knocked on the panel dividing our rooms. It was Rob, asking if we were ready for breakfast. George and I followed him into their room. Rob had underestimated the size of the bed, I've seen a dozen squeeze onto a mattress smaller than that at one of Maggie's movie watching parties. I'm not sure what I expected, but what I found wouldn't have been in the top ten. The room was mostly dark brown with black trim, with overstuffed couches and piles of cushions mostly hiding a plush carpet. Sturdy, polished wood tables of various sizes dotted the room and huge video screens dominated the walls. Not a good place to run into a few zombies. Then again, they'd be hampered by the furnishings more than I would.
One of the wall screens displayed a room service menu and Rob handed each of us a remote. The usual guests that stayed here had expensive tastes, I didn't even recognize half of the stuff listed. At least, I assumed it was expensive, there were no prices shown. I finally spotted a simple three egg breakfast at the bottom of the menu and pointed my remote at it to make my selection. George selected the same thing, finally getting some use out of all that time I had cajoled her into spending at the range practicing since her resurrection. I wondered how people managed after a night of partying.
I picked the softest looking couch and carefully sat down on it. It wasn't nearly soft enough. Anna took the other end, also sitting a bit gingerly, and smiled at me. George quietly spoke to Bobbie, then they both went into our room. Whispers and giggles drifted back through the open door. I was tempted to go find out what they were up to, but getting up would have meant going through the ordeal of sitting down again. Meanwhile, the menu had been replaced by a bill for our stay and Rob was arranging payment. I blanched at the total, and at the fees for cleaning and sterilizing a riding crop, dogging bat, and sjambok. Presumably, one of the latter two was what George had used on me the night before and the other was the one I had knocked off the wall. Since I doubted they were spying on the rooms, I figured they must have pressure sensors on the hooks.
“Uh, Rob...?”
“Don't say it. Not only did you save my life, but you caused changes in the Irwin community that drastically improved my revenues. Hell, once it's safe to post the video from yesterday, that alone should bring in enough to cover this.”
He had a point. Those Irwins that were immune from amplification, either due to a reservoir condition like Rob or who, as I did, acquired immunity from prolonged contact with someone who had a reservoir condition, could get away with taking risks that would have been unthinkable before. Stupid risks meant more exciting video, which brought more viewers and correspondingly better revenues. There was some talk in the trade journals of the other Irwins filing a class action suit claiming unfair competitive advantage, but legal scholars didn't expect it to go anywhere. Of course, being immune wouldn't save you if you were devoured by a pack, or even if a lone zombie chewed through a major blood vessel.
And there was no effective test for immunity other than letting yourself be exposed to live state Kellis-Amberlee. Since failing the test meant amplification, no one intentionally tried it. But about five months before they'd developed a method for determining if someone had previously been exposed and had successfully fought it off, something about residues stored in the fatty tissues. The bite mark on Rob's leg looked to be at least several years old, so I presumed he had gotten that test.
My musings were interrupted by a knock on the door, which Rob got up to answer. Anna leaned over and whispered to me, “If she used a sjambok on you, no wonder you had trouble sitting down.”
“What the hell is a sjambok?”
“Traditional African weapon, kind of a stiff whip made from a strip of rhino or hippo hide, though all you can get these days are synthetic ones. Some people in online spanking and S&M forums call it the 'Weapon of Ass Destruction'.”
“No, she didn't use that, it just accidentally fell on the floor.”
Rob returned, followed by a room service waiter pushing a cart loaded with plates and wearing a pair of data glasses. I wondered about that until he turned away from me and I caught a glimpse of what he saw through them. They converted everything he looked at to a wire frame image. It would let him do his duties without actually seeing the people he served. The hotel really did take the privacy of their guests seriously. As he departed, George and Bobbie rejoined us and we all dug in. Rob and Bobbie had meals similar to ours, while Anna had been served what looked a large bowl of soup with a side of tortillas.
She took a spoonful and gasped. “Ooh, it's real! I haven't had menudo with real beef tripe since the morning after my graduation party.”
Rob took a bite out of his bacon. “Well, that's still fake. Been almost thirty years but I still remember the taste of real pig.”
George said, “Makes sense. The expense of cloning an animal and raising it in a clean environment means that any safe beef product is hideously expensive. But demand for the innards is low enough that tripe would be a lot cheaper than any cut of meat.”
Anna hesitated. “How much did this cost?”
Rob answered, “Breakfast is included in the price of the room. The dinner menu includes real beef, pork, and lamb dishes at prices that even the usual clientele would think twice about.”
“Did they serve me out of the wrong pot?”
George looked thoughtful. “I don't think this place would make that kind of a mistake. They're probably taking a loss on it, but it might generate enough word of mouth advertising in the Hispanic community to make up for it.”
I said, “I wonder if Maggie has ever stayed here?”
George grinned at me. “I wouldn't be surprised.”
We resumed eating. Bobbie finished first and started flipping through the options available on the wall screen. A bewildering montage of pornographic images appeared as she quickly changed channels, followed by an assortment of standard TV stations and feeds from news blogs. She stopped on a channel displaying a blank window, with the Texas Zombie Reporter banner on top and a notice that the live feed was unavailable until the following week.
Rob said, “See? They're practically paying us to stay here. At premium subscriber rates, we'll have earned back the cost of our stay in....”
“Two years and four months,” Bobbie interjected.
“That sounds about right.”
We went to go pack. Once we were alone, I asked George, “What where you two conspiring about?”
She gave me a sly smile. “You'll find out later today.”
We left our rooms and took the elevators down to the garages. Rob took the first shift driving and I claimed my usual spot in the computer chair. Anna sat on the cot as she normally did. I thought about asking her to switch places with me, as lying face down was looking very attractive. But if the pain was keeping Georgia out of my thoughts, then I needed to endure it rather than relieve it. The road was thankfully smooth for the first few minutes, but we were soon back on unmaintained pavement. The jolts whenever we hit a rough patch made my bruises throb. Anna looked positively blissful.
“You seem to be enjoying the ride.”
“Mmmm. It's a constant reminder of how much fun I had last night.”
I grimaced at a particularly bad bump. “Wish I felt that way.”
“If you aren't into it, then why...?”
“It quiets the voice in my head. She likes it even less than I do.”
As we talked over the next few hours, I learned more about spanking, sadomasochism, bondage, dominance, and submission than I had ever expected I would want to know. I wasn't sure what the difference was between the first two, but Anna insisted there was one. It didn't really matter because I definitely was not interested beyond the need to keep Georgia quiet. The rest of the discussion, however, resonated strongly with me. Being cuffed and helpless with George in control had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. At Anna's suggestion I powered up Rob's computer, while she stood behind me and directed me to a number of websites on the subject. She then pointed me to a list of ebooks that I might find helpful, and finally to an online catalog of fetish clothing and other gear. I was so caught up in picturing George wearing this one outfit made up mostly of leather straps that I barely noticed when a bump on the road caused Anna's breasts to brush against the back of my neck.
The Dilemma came to a stop and Rob called out, “Hey girl, distraction time.”
Anna slipped off her boots and dropped her pants to the floor, revealing a pair of cutoff jeans that rode up high enough in the back for me to see a several long parallel welts across her butt cheeks. When she pulled off her t-shirt she was wearing a tight black leather vest with about a four inch gap in the front, held closed by leather laces. The day before I had finally been able to talk to her about Becks, and she had promised not to wear the shorts and tank top outfit anymore. By the time she had pulled off her socks and slipped on a pair of sandals, Rob had joined us and we stepped outside.
George and Bobbie were waiting for us, standing outside a store called 'Jacksboro Feed & Supply'. I knew we had been heading in the general direction of the DFW Metroplex and figured we must be near some of the cattle ranches that exist to keep the zombies in the Ft. Worth CDC facility well-fed. I had no idea why we had stopped here. George put on a baseball cap and pulled it down low over her eyes before leading the way into the store. We had to go in one at a time, getting a blood test in the entryway before being allowed into the store proper. George took me by the arm and led me to a section containing horse tack. I finally realized what she was up to when she started looking over a display of riding crops.
“I showed Bobbie the things I had used on you and asked if she knew a sex shop where we could get some of our own. She said they'd be a lot cheaper at a feed store.”
I groaned. “I think I've created a monster.”
“But I thought you liked playing with monsters?”
I had no answer for that. She picked a black and blue riding crop, which I supposed were appropriate colors. Then she looked around and found a bin of those leather paddle things that were for some unknown reason called 'dogging bats'. She grabbed one and made her way to the cashier, pulling one of our anonymous cash cards out of her pocket. I followed her but hung back a bit.
After George paid, the cashier, a woman somewhere in her 50s, asked, “So, which one of you gets to use them first?”
“Just me.”
The cashier smiled. “Have fun.”
I could feel myself blushing. We left the store and went to a nearby Mexican restaurant, going through yet another virus test to get in. Damn, I'd been getting used to not having to do that ten times a day. We were escorted to a table and handed menus. It was lunchtime, so the place was busy, and we had picked out our food before the waiter could get to us to even take our drink orders.
Once we had our drinks, Rob said, “Should be smooth sailing from here on. We'll be on 281 the rest of the way. It's maintained but not monitored.”
“How does that work?” George asked.
“When the federal government abandoned it, the state took it over. A narrow majority in the state Senate blocked funding for fences, cameras, and such, so the Department of Transportation declared it a 'use at your own risk' highway. Basically, if you run into trouble, don't expect any help. There aren't any checkpoints until we hit the San Antonio city limits.”
Sounded good to me. My ass would be grateful to be on a smooth road for a change. Our food arrived, and I was disappointed to see that my tamales were half the size of what I had been used to in California. I changed my mind when I cut into one and found twice as much meat surrounded by only a thin shell of masa. After lunch and a stop at the gas station, we were back on the road. Rob drove, for which was fine with me. This road was the busiest we had been on, and maintained well enough to drive at the Dilemma's best speed. Of course, its top end was a bit less than the speed limit, but I didn't have the experience with it to go that fast in traffic. Anna pulled up some books on her ereader for me about dominance and submission, then settled onto the cot for a nap. She hadn't bothered to put on her regular clothes, so the view was distracting as hell. Eventually the words caught my full attention, and I was engrossed in reading for hours.
Suddenly the chair swiveled as the Dilemma abruptly slowed down. I was glad it was attached to the floor. Then I was pitched out of the chair and half on top of Anna as Rob made a hard turn to the right. I could hear his voice coming from the driver's compartment, loud and angry, but I couldn't make out the words. I was just about disentangled from Anna when we were thrown into a heap by the LAV skidding to a stop. Rob had climbed out through the driver's hatch before we could get to our feet, and we hurried out through the rear door to catch up with him. George and Bobbie were getting out of the Meatwagon as we approached.
“Could you repeat that?” Rob said, in the tone a man who was trying to keep a tight rein on his rage.
Bobbie answered, “Somebody ambushed Claudia near San Marcos. She's alive and on her way to the hospital. Don't know her condition. They shot some kind of rocket at her, which missed. Then they opened fire at her with rifles. Four others, suspected of being her attackers, were also either injured or killed.”
Rob stalked back to the Dilemma, drew back his fist, and threw a punch at the armored hull. At the last instant he opened his hand and his palm took the impact. I winced in sympathy. I've been known to do the same thing, but the hardest surface I ever punched was sheet rock. He leaned against the LAV, breathing heavily.
George asked, “Who is Claudia?”
“One of Rob's betas,” Bobbie replied. “She mostly covers the Houston area and western Louisiana, but was doing some filler stories around central Texas. She had been in Austin and was headed south on I-35 to San Antonio when she was attacked.”
Rob came back, looking a little more in control. “Someone knows you're traveling with us.”
George said, “Our enemies aren't very nice, but I don't think they would try to kill your people just because you are helping us. Kidnap or threaten, maybe.”
“If their intelligence is a little faulty, they might have thought she was me. She spends a lot of time interviewing families that have isolated themselves in the swamp and on small coastal islands, where there are few large mammals and fewer people. She goes where there are no roads and damned little dry ground.”
“So she has a LAV too?”
“No, she has an old World War II DUKW. The LAV is basically an armored truck that can float. The Duck is more like a sturdy boat with wheels. But they're both military surplus six-wheeled amphibious vehicles. And she has the TZR logo painted on the sides.”
“How could they have found out?”
“I don't know.” Rob paused for a moment. “Wait a minute. Which one of you used the computer in your room last night?”
“We didn't touch it.”
“Your bill showed ten minutes of internet usage a little after 3am.”
“We were both asleep,” George said. Then comprehension showed in her eyes as she turned to look at me.
I felt like punching the Dilemma myself. “That Bitch!”
Everyone else turned towards me. I tapped the side of my head. “She can sometimes take control of my body when I'm asleep. I never thought she could do anything that complex.”
Rob rubbed his eyes. “Right. We need to get back off the grid and only move at night. Have to find someplace to hole up until sunset.”
“Hippie Hollow,” Bobbie said.
“Perfect. We'll go around Burnet and cut across the wildlife refuge. Bobbie, put the word out, Plan B. Tell Jenny she has Mom duty.”
“Got it. George? I need you to drive.”
“Sure.”
Rob said, “And try to stay close to me. I need to be in range to borrow some processing power from Bobbie's system.” Rob took out a pocket computer and tapped a few icons. The exterior of the Dilemma changed. First it turned back to the weathered green paint job that it had when I first saw it. Then an image slowly built up of a large passenger van with a full load of children riding in it. As Rob walked around inspecting it, the images of the children began to move realistically. It wouldn't fool anyone up close, but I figured it would spoof most pattern recognition software.
Less than a minute later we were moving again, and the ride got distinctly uncomfortable. I asked Anna, “Any idea what Plan B is?”
“Yeah, I'm included in it. After the attack on their wedding, Rob drew up contingency plans for family, friends, and employees in case something like that happened again. Basically, everyone makes sure they're armed and groups together in secure locations. Don't go out unless you have to, and never go out alone.”
“Sounds like basic common sense.”
“Those are just the high points, it's a lot more detailed than that. Bobbie was glad he waited until after the honeymoon to start working on it.”
We spent the next hour driving on alternating paved and dirt roads, then emerged onto a maintained street that wound past some high-end gated communities. I could see open water in the distance, then we left the expensive homes behind and were driving along the shore of a lake. A short time later, Rob turned to the right and stopped, then ushered us outside. We were parked inside a double gate, and a naked man stood before us carrying a handgun and a box of field test kits. The inner gate bore a sign reading:

Hippie Hollow

A LCRA/Travis County Park

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Yours To Enjoy Naturally

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Nude Swimming Or Sunbathing

May Occur Past This Point

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Beyond The Parking Lot

Clothing Is NOT An Option
The naked man held out the box of test kits, saying, “Traveling incognito today?”
“Yeah, I've got some groupies being more obnoxious than usual,” Rob said, taking a test kit. The rest of us followed suit. “If anyone asks about us, we aren't here.”
“Normally I don't do that kind of favor, but it's not like you're hiding out from the wife,” the man said, smiling over at Bobbie.
“Speaking of my wife, we're planning to go out on the lake, might be gone a few days. Can y'all keep an eye on her car?”
“I suppose so. Rather keep an eye on her, though.”
Bobbie smiled back and said, “Any time.”
The tests came back green, and we drove through the inner gate and across a parking lot to the opposite side. There were a couple of dozen other cars parked nearby. We got out of the Dilemma, and I noticed that at some point Rob had dropped the fake van image. George and Bobbie joined us.
“Okay folks, time to adopt the local costume,” Bobbie said.
She, Rob, and Anna started taking off their clothing and piling it in the Dilemma. George gave a shrug and quickly followed suit, with me bringing up the rear. Speaking of rears, Anna was the first one naked, having the least amount of clothing to shed. I got a clear view of her backside and quickly decided that I never wanted to meet the implement that had left those welts across it. Then she turned around to face me, and I suddenly had trouble thinking. George elbowed me in the ribs, and I realized Rob was trying to hand me a beach towel, with an amused expression on his face. His gun belt was hanging off of one shoulder, and I followed his example. Bobbie wore her shoulder holster and Anna had her SMG hanging from its sling. George stood there holding her handgun, wondering what to do with it, when Bobbie tied a scarf around my sister's waist. It didn't conceal anything, but gave her a place to clip the holster. Rob disappeared into the LAV and emerged a few minutes later with a rolling ice chest loaded with drinks.
As we started walking along a broad paved trail leading away from the parking lot, George said, “Texas continues to surprise me.”
“Only official public naturist park in the state,” Rob said. “Been that way for almost sixty years. It was unofficial but popular for a couple of decades before that.”
“That explains the name.”
Some quick mental math told me they were talking about the 1960s. Ancient history was never my strong suit, but you can't grow up in Berkeley without learning a little something about hippies. “I'm surprised it's still open.”
Rob said, “The regulars here were very attached to the place. Once things started to settle down after the Rising, they worked out a deal with the county. The park goers would handle operations and security to a certain standard and the county would allow it to stay open. After a few years, Hippie Hollow started generating positive revenue for the county government, which gave the nudists some leverage to get some rule changes.”
“Like what?” George asked.
“The main change is that they could bring their kids with them again,” Bobbie said, gesturing towards a gate by the trail.
A sign advised that only minors and their parents or guardians were allowed past the gate. Standing just inside the fence was an older woman, naked, looking to be in great shape for her age.
The woman waved at us, “Hey, Bobbie, when am I gonna be able to let you in here?”
Bobbie laughed. “Trust me, we're working on it.”
“Every night, I'm sure.”
Once we were well past the gate, I asked, “So the kids have to be locked up in a separate enclosure?” That didn't sound like most nudists I'd heard about.
“Nope,” Rob answered, “Parents can take their kids anywhere in the park, and most of them do. It just gives the adults a place where they can relax without worrying about the kids wandering off or being taken by strangers, though they're probably safer from perverts here than in their own neighborhoods. And they've done some landscaping to give the kids a place to run around and play. Most of the terrain along the shore is pretty rough.”
“Can they get to the lake?”
“Sure, they've got a cove back there. Gives them plenty of water to swim in, but it's surrounded by a fenced shoreline on three sides. There's some kind of barrier between the cove and rest of the lake. Not sure how they managed it, because I'm not allowed down there to look. But, as Bobbie said, we're working on that part.”
I'm not usually that curious about things outside my usual interests, but I was feeling a bit overexposed and needed something to distract me. A little farther down the trail, we passed the first building I had seen here, which turned out to be restrooms. All of us stopped to take advantage of them, then met up again out front.
“We normally head down to the lake from here,” Rob said, “And hang out at a place that for some reason is called Radio Rock. It's one of the main social spots. If head a little farther down the trail, folks will generally keep their distance unless invited.”
I looked through the trees and saw a few dozen people down by the lake. They looked like a typical cross-section of people you would find anywhere, but naked. They seemed entirely unconcerned by the their lack of the clothing, and I began to feel more relaxed. After another hundred feet or so, Rob led us off the trail, stopping at the edge of the trees a short distance from the water. He laid his towel over a rock, and the rest of us followed suit. Riding down a bumpy road was bad enough, but even with the towel folded five times under me, sitting on a boulder was worse.
“Okay Bobbie, want to fill everyone in?” Rob said.
“Claudia is out of surgery and stable. Three bullet wounds, none were immediately life-threatening. One in her outer thigh, one through her small intestine, and the last glanced off a rib. They went through the hull of the Duck first, which slowed them down. They attacked her first with a Light Antitank Weapon. It passed through the shell without detonating.”
Rob added, looking at me and George, “A DUKW is normally open to the elements. Claudia got a sheet metal top made for hers.”
Bobbie continued, “Then they opened fire with rifles, and Claudia shot back. A trucker going northbound stopped to help her. According to his account, there were seven attackers and five of them were hit. The other two helped one of the wounded get away, after killing at least two of their wounded accomplices. All four were dead at the scene when the police arrived.”
“Damn,” I said. “So what do we do now?”
“We stay here until nightfall, then take the Dilemma across the lake. That will let us reach a network of old country roads. I doubt they have the manpower to watch them all. We'll probably repeat that trick at Canyon Lake. South of there I've got a friend who will give us a place to stay and would probably be willing to loan us a truck to get y'all to Texas Biomed.”
“I'm really sorry about all of this.”
“You couldn't predict that anything like this would happen.”
“Maybe we should just cut our losses and go home.”
“No,” George said. “It's too late to back out now. We have to see this through.”
Rob nodded. “Now that we have that settled, we have some time to kill. Sunblock, anyone?”
Anna and Bobbie declined. George and I accepted gratefully, having lost what little tan we had over the long Canadian winter. George went first, and the sight was somehow both innocent and erotic. One the one hand, she was simply protecting herself from the sun. On the other, she was rubbing sunscreen into parts of her that normally stayed covered even at the pool. I went next, being careful to apply a liberal coating over the more sensitive bits, then tried to hide the resulting erection with my towel. Then it was Rob's turn, and I caught George watching out of the corner of her eye as he started dabbing the sunblock on below his waist. Admittedly, if I was at all attracted to men, I would have watched too. The girls took their towels and went out into the sunlight. The ground sloping down to the water was mainly limestone blocks and ledges. It didn't really slope, it was more like a giant staircase. So, it took them a few minutes to find good spots to lay out.
George finally picked a ledge and settled in, untying the scarf from her waist but keeping her gun close at hand. “I was really hoping for something more like a beach.”
Rob said, “It is a beach, just with really big grains of sand.”
No one approached us, but once the women were out sunbathing I noticed the number of people walking along the waterline had increased. They were polite enough not to stare, but they did keep sneaking glances. I found it hard not to stare myself. Anna was pretty much a wet dream made flesh. Bobbie didn't have the same abundance of curves, but was still stunning. But no matter how attractive the other two were, my gaze kept turning to George. I had never seen her nude in full daylight before, and I was entranced. It was more than just physical beauty, though she had that in plenty. She was so relaxed and open to the world around her that it was as though a tightly closed bud had suddenly burst into full bloom. I noticed that the gazes of passers by lingered on her as much as on the others, and I started to understand what she felt about the love letters I sometimes got from groupies. A little bit of jealousy, but mostly pride. She freely gave me what others could only hopelessly want.
That train of thought was derailed by the suspicion that I had spent way too much time hanging around with Fictionals. With everything that was going on, I figured I could be excused for not quite being myself. After about an hour, the ladies clambered down to the water to swim, so Rob and I joined them. The cool water was a relief in more ways than one. It was a triple benefit, refreshing after the heat of the afternoon, soothing my bruised butt, and hiding the fact that I had everything hanging out. I was starting to feel more comfortable with public nudity, but it was good to take a break. Being unarmed was little unnerving, but we all took turns staying by the shore where our guns waited. George and I sat together on an underwater rock. I slipped an arm around her waist, and she rested her head on my shoulder.
“Shaun, when this is over I think we need to move.”
“Where to? Not sure we can afford a place around here.”
“Not here, but a house with a back yard that gets lots of sun and a high privacy fence. And a pool.”
The thought of George laying out nude in the sun whenever the weather cooperated was intriguing. I resolved to start house hunting as soon as possible. Once we starting feeling a bit waterlogged, we climbed out to dry off. Lunch was supplied by a hot dog vendor that was wheeling her cart up and down the trail. I wondered how we were supposed to pay, but it turned out that one of the magazine pouches on Rob's belt held a roll of cash. I was a bit relieved that the vendor was a woman. Buying wieners from a naked man would not have helped my appetite. By the time we were finished eating, the sun was going down and we made our way back to the Dilemma.
As we were getting dressed, Rob said, “Okay, we can't get down to the water from here without tearing up the landscape.”
“Would anyone notice?” I asked.
“Yeah, they would. Though you might not notice the concussion you'd get bouncing over those rocks.”
“Good point.”
“There's an abandoned boat ramp about a mile away that we can use. It's on a point that juts out into the lake, so we won't have to spend as much time on the water. The lake winds around a bit, so we'll cross it three times, but this first crossing will be the longest.”
Rob climbed into the driver's seat and Bobbie claimed the swivel chair, turning a knob that locked it into position facing the computer. Could have saved myself a wild ride if I had noticed that earlier. On the other hand, it had given me a genuine reason to accidentally sprawl across Anna. Speaking of Anna, she took one end of the cot. With a sly smile in my direction, George sat at the other end, leaving the only available spot for me in between them. I sat down and the Dilemma started moving.
Rob said, “Bobbie, would you get hold of Karl and see if he can have someone meet us at his north gate in about three hours?”
“On it.”
As Bobbie typed away on the computer, Rob drove out of the parking lot. After a few minutes, the Dilemma headed down a moderate slope while George and Anna leaned against me for mutual support. I was a bit disappointed when we entered the water, because the ride was so smooth that further support was not needed. We weren't moving very fast across the lake, best as I could tell we weren't even going 5 mph. It was around twenty minutes before we climbed up the opposite shore. That was followed by a few minutes of negotiating abandoned roads then a shorter water crossing. Soon there was a third crossing, and then about an hour of travel overland. It would have been nice to see some of the landscape, but Rob was driving without lights. During my stints of driving, I had noticed the LAV had a passive infrared system, but never had the opportunity to use it. Rob clearly had plenty of practice with it, driving just as surely as in broad daylight. Then we were in the water again, presumably at Canyon Lake this time. That took nearly half an hour, and forty-five minutes after that we stopped. I heard Rob talking to someone outside, but couldn't make out the words.
Bobbie was closer to the conversation and could hear more. “Hey, it's Big George. I'm gonna ride with him to the house.”
George asked, “Does that mean there's a Little George?”
Bobbie grimaced. “Used to be. An infected coyote got him during Rob's first visit here.”
That put a damper on any further conversation as Bobbie climbed out. We were soon in motion again, with Rob finally turning on some lights. We were traveling a dirt road winding through some thickly wooded hills. After a few miles, we crossed a small stream and passed through a gate onto a paved street that sloped steeply upward. About a third of the way up we turned right and stopped in front of a house. It was clearly a pre-Rising structure judging by the large windows, but those were securely barred. We climbed out with our luggage. Bobbie met us at the door while a quad cab truck drove away.
“Karl apologizes for the accommodations, all he has available is a bunk room. We have a breakfast invitation to the main house in the morning.”
“So long as there's enough beds, I won't complain,” I said.
“No worries on that, it sleeps six.
We took our turns at the test unit by the door, then made our way upstairs to a room with three sets of bunk beds. Then we had to wait in line for the bathroom. George kissed me goodnight before stripping to her underwear and taking an upper bunk. I matched her state of undress and took the bed beneath her. I was in the midst of trying to discreetly ogle Anna and Bobbie as they got ready for bed when I fell asleep.

Thanks to your failure, the targets are not only unscathed they are now forewarned. I will therefore be forced to expend assets that have been painstakingly put into place over the course of years. You may consider your contract terminated. You may also consider yourselves terminated should my security forces ever cross paths with you. I suggest fleeing the country as your best option for long-term survival.
You came recommended to me as highly competent and efficient. Obviously my source was overly generous in rating your ability. Your only unmitigated benefit to me is your deniability, which is hardly sufficient for my needs. Indeed, you are certainly fortunate in the complete scope of your incompetence, for had you correctly identified and attempted to service the proper targets instead of mistakenly assaulting one lone woman, I suspect you would not have escaped with a mere five casualties.
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