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Author: cmsix
Title: NanoVirus
Part: 005
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English and North East Texan
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   Chapter 5

   I moved off toward the sound of the shotgun staying back from the street
and the streetlights.  I moved through yards and stayed close to, and in
the shadows of, the houses.  I had not made a survey to see if anyone was
still alive living near me, and now I cursed myself for that failure.  The
houses were mostly dark but a few had lights on.  I felt like they had
probably just been left on.  I nearly pissed my pants the first time a
light came on from a motion detector but; I realized what it must be and
fled the light.  I heard a shot from the handgun and I could tell I was
getting closer.

   I knew I would have to cross the street.  I did it now so I wouldn't
have cross in the light when I was in shotgun range.  I ran but tried to do
it quietly.  I moved into the shadows of the houses on this side praying I
wouldn't come across anymore automatic lights.  I was grateful that fences
weren't popular for front yards in this suburb.

   When I'd passed through two more yards I thought I heard someone
speaking and with another yard crossed I could hear plainly.

   "Just throw out the gun lady and come out.  You know you don't want to
shoot me.  Just throw out the gun.  You can't live by yourself.  You know
you need me."

   "Just leave me alone."

   I couldn't see the woman but easily saw the man with the shotgun.  He
was lying halfway in a gate entrance to a backyard with a high brick
privacy fence.  I guess he thought he saw some movement or thought he could
tell where she was; since he raised the shotgun to his shoulder and fired.

   I moved as quietly as I could just after the shot.  I knew it would take
several seconds before he could hear properly again.  I had already made
sure the M16's safety was off and that it was set to single fire.  I could
see him clearly in the light from a streetlight.  He rose as if to fire
again.  I shot him through the right shoulder.  The one he had the shotgun
butt raised to.

   He screamed and slumped to the ground.  I told him to be still if he
wanted to live at least a few more minutes.  He didn't move.

   "Are you all right lady?" I yelled.

   Nothing but silence for nearly two minutes.  Then she said that she was
not hurt but that she was scared.  Then she added that she had a gun.  I
told her I had wounded the man that had been shooting at her and that I
wanted to disarm him.  I asked her to please not shoot me while I was at
it. She said she wouldn't.

   "Throw the shotgun away from you with your good arm.  Grab it by the
barrel and just throw it.  If you surprise me I'll shoot you again." I told
the wounded man.

   He did as I said and then I saw he was reaching for something that was
under him.  He was moving his hand slowly and trying to get it under his
body.  I didn't feel like fucking with him any more so I just shot him in
the back of the head.  Then I did it again for luck.

   "What was that?" She screamed from the back yard somewhere.

   "I had to kill him.  He was trying for a different gun." I explained.

   "Who is he?" She asked.

   "I don't know.  I came when I heard the shooting.  I thought you would
know."

   "I don't know him.  I was driving around looking for a place to buy some
food and he just started following me.  I drove around trying to get away
from him.  I didn't have much gas and when my car ran out I got out and
ran. He kept telling me to stop or he would shoot me.  Finally he shot at
me.  I turned and shot twice and he quit following me for a minute and I
ran in here.  He kept telling me to throw out my gun and come with him.  I
probably would have if he hadn't already shot at me.  I don't want to be by
myself; but I was sure he was going to kill me anyway after he already shot
at me." She told her story.

   Well fuck!  Another woman alone.  I couldn't force myself to abandon her
if she wanted help.  I wondered about her attacker.  If there were so many
more men than women left; what was he doing spending all afternoon chasing
just one that didn't want to go with him.  Fuck it, it had been his problem
and now it was nobody's.

   I told her that I had other women staying with me and that I lived just
down the street.  I said that she was welcome to come with me if she wanted
and that we would take her in.  I explained that we were all trying to take
care of each other.

   She was scared.  She was alone and she had been pursued by and armed
man. She had been shot at and she was just scared.  She didn't say so but
once.  She didn't go on about how awful things had been for her but I'm
sure they had been.  She was just scared and didn't know what to do.  She
couldn't make up her mind to come out.  Since she had a gun I sure as hell
didn't go to her.

   I talked to her for a couple of hours trying to reassure her and calm
her down.  I explained that we had enough food and that some of the women
were doctors and if she was hurt or sick they would help.  She wasn't hurt
or sick but she wasn't coming out either.

   Finally I was just tired of it all.  I told her that if she changed her
mind she could just come down the street and try to find us.  I told her to
come to the house with the Bluebird RV parked in front.  I cautioned her to
make sure she announced her presence when she got there, as we were all
shaken up from the gunfire.

   I should have done it an hour ago.  I hadn't gone three steps before she
called to me and asked me to wait.  She asked me if I wanted her to throw
her gun out first and I told her no.  I just asked her not to point it at
me.  When she came into the light I got an inkling of why the dead guy
might have been following her.

   She was tall.  Probably five ten.  She was not a skinny five ten either.
She wasn't fat but she was a big woman.  She had large breast from what I
could tell in the poor light and her face looked lovely, though it was
tensed with nervousness.  I began to think that I might have been correct
about only beautiful women surviving.  She was holding some type of
semi-automatic in her hand.  She didn't have a holster for it with her so
she just had to hold it.  I asked her to turn her head since I wanted to
check out the corpse.  She did.

   Dead guy had a revolver in his waistband.  I saw it when I turned him
over.  I put it in my waistband and found nothing else of interest on him.
I checked the shotgun and it was a Remington Model 1100 so I took it with
me.

   Her name was Sharon.  She had been a high school teacher.  History
mostly.  She lived in some apartments in another part of town and she
didn't know anyone else alive.  She had stayed in her apartment and hadn't
ventured out until she was completely out of food.

   She had been looking for a food store or restaurant that was open.  She
didn't want to just break in.  She had just about decided she was going to
have to break in somewhere when dead guy had started following her.  He had
seen her when she was out of her car pulling on the door of a small grocery
store.  When she saw him getting out of his car to approach her she had
gotten back into hers and left.

   When we got back to the house I stood in the street in front of it.  I
wanted to make sure my harem didn't shoot us.

   "Honeys, I'm home.  I've brought a guest." I yelled at the house.

   The front light came on and we approached the front door.  It opened and
manners aside I preceded Sharon into the house.  I turned off the front
door's light and switched on an inside light.  I asked for coffee and Nancy
got up to make some.  I asked her to turn on the kitchen light and when she
did I turned off the one I'd just turned on.

   I introduced Sharon to everyone and led her to a couch in the living
room.  I asked her to tell them her story.  I went and asked Nancy if she
would mind fixing Sharon something to eat as she hadn't eaten today.

   Nancy was happy to and went to ask Sharon what she would like.  Turned
out that everyone wanted a little something so Nancy fixed Sharon a
sandwich to hold her till she and Karen could fix something more
substantial for all of us to have a late meal.  Sharon sat at the counter
with her sandwich while Nancy and Karen were cooking.

   I took this little pause to give the others a short course on buckling
on their web belts and attaching the holsters.  I helped them get the size
adjusted for their waist and then I told them they could put them away for
now and leave the handguns in the holsters.  I suggested they just take off
the belts, re-buckle them and hang them up like that for easy access.

   While they were doing this I plugged the TV back up and CNN was still
hanging in there.  There was yet another new anchor babe and she also
looked like a dream.  It was already after midnight here and their spotty
reports told them it was just more of the same starting on the east coast.
Their best estimate was that the United States' population had settled to
around ten million after last night's passage of the death line. 
Preliminary guesses after its trip across the Eastern Time zone projected
it would be halved tonight.  All the military personnel were now believed
dead

   She babbled on saying not much else of interest for about thirty minutes
and then the signal just went dead.  A quick flick of the remote found no
other channels at all.  I went to my stereo receiver and checked for FM
radio stations and found none.  Then I checked AM and I found a couple that
would fade in for a word or two and fade back out.  Oh well.

   The food was ready by now and everyone tried mostly to get Sharon's
story between bites.  She seemed much more relaxed by now and wasn't having
much trouble fitting in.  I couldn't help but wonder how she would react
when she saw the good morning kiss routine.  Now that I could see her in
better light I was just hoping she would really fit in and I would get to
see her, in the morning, in nothing but a long T-shirt.

   She was twenty-five and had only finished college and started teaching
last year.  She proclaimed herself a physical fitness 'nut' and said that
she had even competed in aerobics contests.  She said her size had hampered
her but that she didn't really care about winning she just loved it for the
competition.

   I had never known there was an actual organized aerobics sport.  Then I
remembered I'd seen events like she was describing on ESPN a time or two. I
had never paid them much attention except to look at the girls.  I know
that I had never seen any competitors of Sharon's stature.  I would have
remembered.

   It suddenly struck me that Sharon had only the clothes she was wearing.
I mentioned it to her and asked if she could get by until tomorrow.  I told
her we could go to her apartment now if she really needed to.  She told me
not to be silly and that surely she could get by until we could go during
daylight.

   Karen showed her the remaining bedroom and I considered everything
fairly well settled.  We'd finished eating and Jana and Beverly had taken
care of the clean up.  We declared it was bedtime and frankly I was tired.

   The women headed for their rooms but I noticed that Karen took Sharon
into the room with she and Nancy.  I assumed they were going to talk with
her for a while longer.  I headed toward my room and Diane joined me.  I
guessed it was her 'turn'.

   "I hope you don't mind too badly but I begged Karen to trade place with
me." She said as if I was aware of the order that had been determined.

   "Diane, I don't have any knowledge of the order that seems to have been
worked out.  I can tell you that a man that has objections after
discovering you accompanying him to his bedroom would have to have serious
mental defects." I told her smiling.

   "My real turn wasn't for two more nights but I asked Karen to switch.  I
told her I didn't think I could wait that long to thank you for what you
did for Jenna.  I think she agreed because we all still felt a little
guilty.  I went along with it at first because I knew none of them meant
any harm.  I was feeling pretty bad about it after seeing how Jenna was
reacting though.  Then you spoke up and I just felt you were so wonderful
about it."

   "Diane you don't owe me any special thanks.  I did it for us all.  We
have to remember that we are all together and we have to treat each other
with even more respect and caring than we would have in the old world." I
said.

   "You may not think I owe you anything; but I intend to show you how much
it meant to me anyway.  If you'll let me." She promised.

   "I'm yours then.  Do with me as you will." I grinned.

   We entered the room and Diane closed and locked the door behind us.  She
was carrying a plastic water glass in her hand that I hadn't noticed.  She
went to the bathroom and I heard her turn on the tap for a few seconds and
then turn it back off.  She came out with the glass full of water and sat
it on a night table at the head of the bed.

   "In case my mouth gets dry." She explained as she set the glass down.

   She came to me, took my hand and led me to stand beside the bed.  She
looked down at my boots and then encouraged me to sit.  When I did she
kneeled and unlaced my boots then removed them and my socks.  She had me
stand again and undressed me.  She didn't try to make it especially sexy.
She just slowly removed my clothes.  When she finished and I was naked she
turned down the covers and then had me lie down in the center.  She propped
my head up with two pillows behind it.  She sat on the edge of the bed and
took off her hiking boots and her socks.

   She got up and walked to the end of the bed facing me.  She began to
sway slowly and seemed to be nearly dancing.  I guess she had her own music
playing in her head.  She took the hem of her T-shirt in her hands and drew
it up slowly.  It cleared her breast and they took my attention as she
finished removing the shirt.  They were large.  They had to be D Cups maybe
larger.  They wriggled and jiggled as she swayed.  They were very firm
especially considering their mass.  Her nipples were prominent and
substantial but not overly so.  Her areolae were approximately the diameter
of a coke can and were slightly puffy, standing up from the surface of her
breasts.  They were exactly centered.  Her nipples didn't appear to be
completely erect yet but they were on their way.  Gravity made itself
apparent on breast this large but what it did to them couldn't be called
sag.  All in all her breast were impressive.

   She unsnapped her jeans next and the sound of the zipper excited me. 
Something about a woman's zipper making that sound just turns me on.  She
didn't use much fanfare lowering the jeans; she just wiggled them off her
hips.  This revealed her flat stomach, narrow waist and womanly hips.  Her
hips seemed just a little bit narrower than I had expected.  She was
wearing low-slung bikini panties.  They were pink and fairly sheer.  I
could just detect a shadow of her bush.  She lowered her panties as soon as
she had kicked the jeans off her feet.  I saw why her bush hadn't made much
of an impression through the sheer panties.  It was the same light blonde
as her hair and it was sparse.  It was similar to Nancy's in its thinness
but maybe just a little more substantial.  I could just see the top of her
slit from my position and I thought I could detect the hood of her
clitoris. Diane's legs were just beautiful.  She was taller than most of
the others and naturally her legs were longer.  They were not obviously
muscular; they were just perfectly formed and meshed up wonderfully into
her splendid slightly jutting ass.

   Now that Diane's was naked she came back to the side of the bed and got
on it kneeling on the mattress.  She put a hand on either side of me and
leaned over to kiss me.  Her tongue explored my mouth and she dragged her
nipples around in the hair on my chest for a little.  She rose up.

   "I'd like it if you would just lie there and try to enjoy this Jack.  It
might take me a little while." She told me.

   "I'll try to be patient." I promised smiling.

   I, just like any other male, had heard of 'around the world' since I
first began growing hair on my balls.  I had never had it done to me and
I'd never know anyone that even claimed to have had it done to them.  Diane
went around the world on me.  She licked every square inch of skin on my
body except where my hair was too thick on my scalp.  Among other things
she licked and sucked my toes, my armpits, my ass, perineum, scrotum,
everything.  She didn't hurry and she didn't rush.  She had to take a sip
of water every now and then to make sure her mouth didn't get dry; but she
kept at it.  It nearly drove me wild.  She would take my dick into her
mouth for a lick or two occasionally but never more than just a taste.  She
just kept licking and licking all over me.  It seemed like hours.

   Finally she decided she was through licking and she straddled my hips
with her legs.  She grasp my pounding dick with her small hand and swiped
the head back and forth between her thoroughly soaked labia a time or two.
She then placed it inside her entrance and slowly descended it with her
tight hot pussy.  She sank on it until I was completely engulfed and just
sat there milking my length with her insides.  My aching dick had finally
come home.

   She gripped me snuggly with her pussy and began raising and lowering her
tightness on me.  I lasted seven or eight strokes and exploded.  When she
felt it coming she sank to take me in completely again and then rocked her
self forward and back against my pubis keeping me completely inside her. 
She was able to rub her clit against me and she began cumming also just as
my orgasm ended.

   When her climax started her pussy gripped me even more firmly and then I
could feel her walls ripple against my spent dick.  I was still firm and it
was more pleasure for me.  When she was spent she lay on me and we kissed
for ages.  I never actually shrunk out of her.  When she had her breath
back she dismounted and took my nearly limp dick into her mouth and applied
the suction.

   I watched her titties sway and swing as she sucked me back to hardness
and then she got between my legs and began her cocksucking in earnest.  I
felt my dickhead bump her throat three or four times and then she inhaled
me.  She would take me into her throat and swallow once or twice and then
she drew back out until only the head was in her mouth.  She used her
tongue wildly as she pulled off me and descended again breathing through
her nose until my dick closed her throat as she swallowed it.  I had
orgasmed not ten minutes before but still I couldn't control myself under
the pressure of her onslaught.  When she felt my cumming start she
swallowed the head and just took my cum down her throat directly.  When the
last spurts were finished she let me out of her mouth and lay beside me
kissing my face and neck and rubbing a hand through my chest hair.

   She suggested I rest a few minutes and that I might even want to take a
short nap.  She said she would wake me in a little while after she'd given
me a little time to recover.  She asked if I had any KY jelly and I told
her there was some in the nightstand as I drifted off.

   I don't know how long she let me sleep but when I woke she had somehow
gotten both my balls into her mouth at once and she was humming.  I can't
begin to describe the feeling.  You will just have to imagine it as best
you can.  I was rock hard in just seconds.

   She let my balls gently slip from her mouth.  She straddled my hips
again and after making sure my dickhead was good and wet she placed me at
her entrance again and just slid up and down on my pole for three or four
strokes then she dismounted and lay on her stomach beside me.  She
whispered in my ear.

   "You're good and hard now Jack and your dick is all wet already.  I'm
all lubed up in back.  I want you to get behind me and stick your dick up
my ass and give me a real pounding.  I'm a big girl and you don't have to
worry about hurting me.  I'll have my hands on my pussy playing with myself
and I want you to just shove it up me and pump until your hearts content."

   It sounded like fun to me.  I got between her legs and she spread them
wider.  I could see her pink asshole waiting.  Her ass crack and everything
close was shinning from the lube.  I put my dickhead to her rosebud and as
I pressed it gave way with only slightly more pressure than her tight
pussy. She was completely lubed inside also and I just slid in to the root.
She groaned a little and squeezed me with her anus and I started to stroke.
I did as she asked.  I pulled it out and plunged it back in.  I reveled in
the squeezing pressure of her ass and in the feeling of bouncing against
her lovely firm asscheeks.  I grabbed her hips to pull her tighter as I lay
on her back and just hunched my dick up her ass.  I wish I could have
lasted longer since it just felt so great to just lay on her and pump it
in. I thought I was doing all right for a minute then I noticed that her
hands were indeed shoved under her and I saw the tendons at the back of her
wrist flexing, showing that her fingers were moving.  Then her ass clenched
me and she must have climaxed hard for she raised her head and just
screamed.  That was it for me and I jerked her ass to me with my grip on
her hips and slammed my dick into her as hard as I could.  I felt my dick
pumping but I'm sure there wasn't much to pump by now.  It felt great
anyway and I soon collapsed onto her back, huffing and puffing and fighting
for my next breath.

   Diane lay quietly beneath me uncomplaining.  I finally gathered the
strength to roll off.  She rolled to her side and moved up beside me
kissing and nibbling my neck and playing with my chest hair again.

   "God Diane I hope I didn't hurt you.  I'm afraid I got a little rough at
the last." I apologized.

   "I loved it Jack.  It was just the way I wanted it.  I probably liked it
better than you did." She said smiling.

   "I don't think that's possible.  I don't want to beg but I would sure
like to do it that way with a full load of cum sometime.  I hate to admit
it but I loved just pounding against your beautiful ass." I admitted.

   "I'm glad you like my ass Jack.  I hope you'll pound it often.  I assure
you that nothing I felt was painful.  I mean it, I loved every bit of it."

   She rose up and took hold of the covers at the foot of the bed and
pulled them over us.  I told her that next time I wanted to spend some
quality time with her titties and that I was dying to get my mouth on her
pretty pussy.  She promised she'd keep them warm for me and then I just
dosed off.

   I woke with a hardon the next morning and when I opened my eyes I saw
that Diane had half of it in her mouth and that she was looking up at my
face.  Opening my eyes must have been the signal she was waiting for
because she plunged it into her throat and began swallowing around it at
that moment.  She had my balls in her hand and she squeezed them gently.  I
exploded right away and she just kept my dickhead lodged in her throat
swallowing around it until I finished.  I heaved a great sigh and just
settled back.

   She came up and kissed me and told me to relax while she showered.  I
watched her lovely nakedness disappear into the bathroom.  One of these
days I was going to try to get enough strength to shower with them.  Diane
came back out nearly dry in a few minutes.  She was about to go for her
clothes when I dragged her onto the bed.

   "More Jack?" She questioned.

   "As much as I want to we'd better get dressed; but first."

   I put my lips to her throat hoping I was getting it about the same place
as Nancy's and sucked a hickey on her neck.  I spent a couple of minutes
with my hands on her titties just so I would know what they felt like and
then I let her up.  She was giggling like a schoolgirl as she gathered her
clothes in her hand and left naked.

   I showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and then put my Red Wings
on again.  I went out to the kitchen in search of coffee.  Nancy and Karen
were both cooking and Sharon was seated at the counter drinking coffee.  I
could see that Sharon had been clued in to the early morning uniform, as a
long T-shirt was all she was wearing.  I decided not to inspect the troops
just yet, I just told them all good morning as Karen handed me a mug of
coffee.  I thought I might wait and let Sharon see exactly what the good
morning kisses I collected consisted of so she could back out if she wanted
to.

   I did take time to ogle what I could see of her though and it was worth
the trouble.  I gave her titties a good long looking at and I think she
caught me staring.  She was sitting on a stool at the counter and I knew if
she stood the shirt wouldn't be long enough to hang below her ass.  She was
taller than the others and her titties were so big they were occupying a
lot of the shirt's material.  I knew she would be showing at least the
bottoms of her cheeks and probably the bottom of her bush also.  Her legs
were nicely formed and I could see the muscle definition plainly.  Her
muscles didn't bulge but they were apparent.  Her arms looked strong also.

   In the light of day I could see that what I'd taken to be dark brown
hair on Sharon was actually a dark red, like red wine.  It was cut short
and didn't come halfway down her neck.  Her face was even prettier than I'd
thought last night and her eyes were dark blue and shining.

   "Sharon you are just more proof of what I told the others.  The only
women to survive are absolutely beautiful." I told her.

   Sharon blushed a little but I thought she might be a little too shy
around us yet to say anything.  She didn't really get the chance as Jana
walked in just then and I went to her for her good morning kiss.  She held
me even tighter than yesterday and kissed me with even more passion.  She
maneuvered her pussy over against the front of my leg and pressed it to me
boldly as she ground her breasts into my chest.  I enjoyed her ass with my
hands and presently she left my lips and whispered in my ear.

   "Tonight's my night Jack.  I can hardly wait." She told me, and as she
went to get some coffee she pinched me on the butt.

   The rest came in one by one again and we enjoyed each other in turn for
a couple of minutes each.  I had decided not to try to finger anyone this
morning and to try and just keep it down to hot kissing.  I succeeded in
maintaining my cool until Jenna came in last.  She didn't waist any time
and as soon as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pasted her face to
mine she jumped up with her legs and wrapped them around me pressing her
pussy to my belly again and starting a humping rhythm right away.  Her
tongue was going wild in my mouth and when I put my hands on her lovely
little ass I could feel her muscles flexing as she ground her pussy to me.
I moved one hand to her pussy and finding it wet I worked a finger in and
began diddling her.  I decided to keep it up as long as she would and I
could tell she was getting hotter and hotter.  I switched hands on her
pussy and put the already wet finger between her cheeks searching for her
rosebud.  When I found it and began worming it in her ass her legs clenched
me tighter and she got serious with her humping.  I managed to twist the
wrist of my other hand around until I could find her tiny clit with my
thumb.  I flicked across it a few time and that was all Jenna could take.
She broke our kiss and squeezed me with arms and legs as hard as she could.

   "Oh.  Oh.  Oh.  Oohhh Jaaccckkkk!" She cried.

   What the hell?  She deserved a good cum after what she went through
yesterday.  If she didn't mind getting it in front of everybody I sure as
hell didn't mind giving it to her.  In fact if I hadn't been planning on
returning to the kitchen to give Nancy, Karen and then Sharon a good
morning kiss and grope; I probably would have taken Jenna to my bed and
given her pussy a thorough licking.

   I'm sure all the others had a minor shock over my actions with Jenna but
the quiet talking resumed almost at once.  I held Jenna, kissing her
lightly on the ears and neck, until she recovered a little and I let her
down to see if she could stand yet.  She could and I gave her a peck on the
cheek and a swat on the ass as she went to get her coffee.

   Breakfast was nearly cooked by the time I could get to the kitchen.  I
pulled Nancy to me for a kiss and grope and then Karen.  I didn't slight
them but did a thorough job.  Then I headed toward Sharon.  I tried to be
obvious about what I intended.  I knew everyone there, including Sharon,
knew what I was going to do.  I wasn't worried about her rejecting me as I
could easily live with the women that said they wanted me.  I felt that I
could even happily look after Sharon even if she didn't want to join in
other things.

   My worries were for nothing.  Sharon practically jumped off the stool as
I approached her.  She wrapped her arms around my neck like I was her long
lost lover and plastered her mouth to mine.  Lord love the ladies.  My
hands found her magnificent ass quickly and I could tell at once it was as
perfectly developed as her legs and maybe more so.  I enjoyed kissing
Sharon but she was certainly different.  She was enthusiastic but her
kissing seemed nearly inquisitive.  It was almost as if she hadn't done
much kissing.  I enjoyed the kisses though and I enjoyed exploring her
magnificent muscular ass.  I was sorely tempted to reach for those big
titties but I didn't.  I already wanted to drag one of these women back to
my bedroom for a fuck break and I just didn't need to get myself any more
worked up.  So I just disengaged after a thorough job on Sharon and we all
started filling our plates.

   We gabbed during breakfast and Sharon surprised me again.  She was going
over her experience of last night again and she said she was really mad at
herself for not shooting the guy herself.

   "The idiot silhouetted himself against the lights twice and I was only
fifty yards from him and I missed." She complained.

   "Fifty yards is a long shot in the dark with a handgun." I offered.

   "If he had been a target I could have put it in the ten ring.  I've just
never shot at anything living before.  I've always loved any kind of
shooting since I was a little girl.  I'm a crack shot with a rifle and I
used to love shooting skeet.  I've only practiced with handguns since I've
lived in Austin though, there aren't any indoor ranges for anything else
here and I don't belong to a club that might have an outdoor range." She
told us.

   "Well I hope you will never have to shoot at any people again but I'm
glad you're familiar with firearms." I said.

   "I don't think I will have any trouble if it comes up again.  When I saw
how he ended up and extrapolated that it could have easily been me; I
decided I would just tell myself next time that it was just another target
and try to shoot a perfect score." She declared.

   We finished breakfast and cleared and cleaned the dishes and then all
headed for the living room to have a little chat and plan for the day.  I
knew I'd been correct about the length, or lack of it, for Sharon's T-shirt
as soon as she stood up.  I could see the lower part of her buns as she was
walking to the couch.  I made sure that I was standing across from her when
she sat down.  I saw at once that her rug matched her drapes and I could
even see the top of her slit peeking out from under her bush.  She could
probably feel that she was going to be exposed as soon as she sat and I saw
her glance around at the others.  She saw that they weren't in much better
shape and she didn't even try to tug down her shirttail.  She glanced up at
me and noticed where I was looking; she just gave a little smile and
blushed a little.

   There was still a lot of work to be done, sorting and storing the
medicine, and other things we had gathered the day before.  We decided that
all the women except Sharon would work on that while I took Sharon over to
her apartment to get what she wanted of her belongings.

   Before we left I reconnected the computer system's power and made sure
they all booted up correctly.  I asked Jenna if she could use Access and
she said she could do simple databases with it.  I asked her if she thought
she could make a database to keep up with the medicines we had acquired. 
She thought it would be easy.  I asked her to work with the others to see
if we could get it all listed and if she could print out reports that we
could use to label the totes.  She saw the advantage of this at once and
after a little explanation the others did also.  They said they would work
on it while we were gone.  After that I just waited around until all the
girls put on some clothes.

   As Sharon and I left I thought again how amazing it was that the power
was still on.  I wondered how much longer it could last.  During the last
flood when the power went out for a couple of days I had investigated a
temporary generator system for my house.  I'd nearly bought a Generac
system.  It was easily wired into the breaker box and started itself
automatically if the power failed.  They were sold out, of course, by the
time I decided to go ahead and get one; and by the time they got more in
stock the power was back on and I convinced myself that if I bought one it
would probably be broken before I needed it again.  I really wished now
that I had gone ahead and had it installed.

   When we got to Sharon's apartment it only took about an hour and a half
to load her things; mostly just clothes.  She had some hiking boots
already. She also brought a couple of soft gun cases.  She told me that one
was her Remington Model 7400 Synthetic.30-06 and the other was her Model
1100 twelve gauge.  I told her that she was probably going to like some
things about the new order.

   "What could I possibly like?" She asked.

   "Day before yesterday Nancy and I drove over to a small gun shop I know,
pried open the back door and removed all guns, knives and ammunition and
other assorted goodies.  Then yesterday we all went to an indoor range to
practice and as we were leaving we gathered up all the handguns they had in
stock." I told her.

   "God.  What all did you get?" She asked amazed.

   "Everything from an M4 with a grenade launcher on down practically." I
bragged.

   "Jesus, no wonder you didn't mind going after one asshole with a
shotgun." She said.

   "Well I was carrying an M16 and a Glock but the dumbass wasn't paying
attention.  I walked up to within fifty feet of him and he never even
looked around.  I shot him in the right shoulder the first time, as he was
getting ready to take another shot at you.  I made him throw the shotgun
away from him and he started trying to reach under himself for his handgun.
I got tired of messing with him so I just gave him a couple of head shots."
I told her.

   "Well fuck him; he deserved what he got." She stated.

   I guess I was feeling a little guilty again.  The thought that I might
be taking advantage of all these women came back to me.  I tried to hold my
piece as I looked longingly at Sharon's impressive breast; but I couldn't.

   "Sharon I want you to know that I don't intend to make you trade sex for
security.  You are welcome to stay with us even if you never want me to
touch you." I told her.

   Sharon didn't say anything to me.  She just looked at me a little funny.

   "I really should be ashamed about the way I treated you this morning
before breakfast." I told her.

   "Jack; Nancy and Sharon told me all about 'good morning Jack' last night
after everyone went to bed.  I knew exactly what was going to happen."

   "I figured they had when I saw what you were wearing.  I just want you
to know it isn't mandatory.  You don't owe me anything." I continued.

   "You left the safety of your home, in the middle of the night and killed
an armed man who surely intended to rape me and then probably kill me or
enslave me.  You don't think I owe you anything.  I owe you my life Jack."
She told me.

   "Maybe; but that doesn't mean you have to repay me with sex." I
protested.

   "Nancy and Karen told me to expect this.  Look at these Jack." She
demanded, lifting and seemingly offering her breast with her hands.

   "I have nearly hated these big breasts since they started growing when I
was just fourteen.  I've never had a boyfriend because no boy could ever
take ten minutes to talk to me on a date without trying to grab hold of my
breasts.  I don't hate or even dislike men Jack.  I've just never met one
that tried to care about anything but my big tits.  Last night you killed a
man to save me and you didn't even know if I had tits.  Then you spent over
two hours out in the dark trying to calm me down enough to come home with
you so you could take care of me, as if you didn't have enough on your
plate as it was.  When I finally came to my senses and came out into the
light you didn't give my titties a second look.  You just lead me down the
street to your home and took me into your family.  You made sure I was fed
and you made sure I felt at home."

   "Well I felt sorry for you Sharon; for what you had just been through.
And I was sad that you'd had to stay alone while everyone was dying." I
explained.

   "When Nancy and Karen told me about the good morning Jack routine and
dress code I liked it.  When nothing happened right away after you came out
to get coffee I was a little let down.  Then I finally caught you ogling my
titties while you were drinking your coffee.  That was the first time I was
ever happy about having these big titties.  It just sent a thrill down my
spine.  You not only saved my life Jack, you made me proud of my big
titties.  After the others trailed in one by one for their good morning
kisses.  I started to get a little horny and when you finally came over to
me I was so happy.  Then when I mashed my titties to your chest and felt
what it was like to press my big titties into a real man's chest.  A man
that I thought might at least care for me a little; I was ecstatic.  I was
proud of my big titties then and I'm glad you like them.  Very glad."

   "I just want you to know I don't demand anything of you." I said meekly.

   "Demand?  Don't demand anything.  Jack after last night I would crawl
naked through a mile of cactus just to get a chance to lick your ass.  When
my turn comes around, unless you just don't want me, you are going to pop
probably the oldest cherry left on earth.  That's right Jack.  These
titties have kept me from ever being with a boy or man.  I still have my
cherry.  It may be thin and weak after all the aerobics and exercise but
it's still there.  I checked again last night.  You can't imagine how hurt
I'm going to be if you don't get rid of it for me as soon as my turn comes
around." She told me.

   "I guess I'll just declare myself the winner and shut up then." I said
grinning.

   "Unless Nancy and Karen are big time liars Jack I feel like I'm going to
be the winner.  You've made a hell of an impression on those two and I'm
just dying to get back and talk to Diane now." She said.

   Just then we passed a big truck parked on the shoulder.  It was pulling
a refrigerated trailer.  I stopped and turned around to go back to it. 
Sharon asked what I was doing and I told her.  When we got to it I pulled
to a stop by the cab.

   I got out and went to the unit's controls.  It was switched off.  That
either meant the truck was empty or that the load didn't require a specific
temperature.  I walked to the back and the doors had no lock or seal. 
Probably empty.  I opened a door.  It was empty.

   "Why did you want to look at that truck Jack?" Sharon asked when I got
back in the dualie.

   "Ninety nine percent of everything that is for sale rides in a big truck
at one time or another.  All food, clothing, hardware, everything gets
taken somewhere by truck." I explained.

   "Oh, I never thought of that." She admitted.

   "Can you drive this truck?" I inquired.

   "Sure, I've driven pickups before and this one is even an automatic.  No
problem.  Why?"

   "Because we're going to a truck stop." I announced.

   "Why?"

   "Because we need food and we can probably find it by the truckload at a
truck stop." I said.

   There were two big truck stops near Austin.  The biggest was the closest
and I headed for it.  I knew about trucks because I had worked once at a
grocery warehouse on my way through college.  I even knew how to drive the
trucks a little.  I had done trailer-shuffling duty at the warehouse for a
while.  I could back and park the long trailers better than I could drive
them down the road though.  I had never even got going fast enough forward
to get them out of low range.  It didn't matter.  If I could find a
truckload of food I would drive it home if I had to go all the way in low
gear.

   We got to the truck stop and I was surprised that the parking lot was
full to overflowing with the big rigs.  I guess a lot of trucks had either
gotten stuck here by running into closed warehouses they couldn't deliver
to; or by getting empty and not finding another load to leave with.  I just
drove around in the parking lot for a few minutes looking at all the trucks
trying to decide where to start.  I knew you couldn't tell anything about
what was in them from the outside.  I was just trying to remember what I
knew about them.

   I stopped by one with a refrigeration unit.  I looked at the unit and it
wasn't on.  I walked back and opened a door, which had a seal I had to
break.  It was full of paper goods.  Looked like mostly paper towels from
the back.  I walked back to the dualie and asked Sharon to trail me with it
and I walked toward the back of the trailers again; intending to walk along
the backs of them opening the doors and checking for something we could
use. I'd made it about halfway when I heard a truck's unit kick on.  The
refrigerated ones had thermostats on the cooling units similar to a home
air-conditioning unit.  They could be set to turn themselves on and off to
keep a certain temperature.  I headed for the sound of the unit.

   When I reached the truck I wised up and tried the drivers door.  It was
open so I climbed in.  I opened the curtain and looked in the sleeper.  It
was empty.  Good so far.  I looked in the pocket in the door and found a
clipboard with the bill of lading on it.  It was a load of pork products
headed for the same warehouse I had once worked in.  It contained mostly
bacon, sausage and ham with a few hundred boxes of spare ribs.  What a
fucking deal.  Why go to the grocery store when you can bring home forty
thousand pounds at a time.  It even had its own refrigerator that would
keep going when the power went off.

   I looked for the starter and the damn keys were even in it.  I hit the
key and it started right up.  The fuel gauge was near the full mark but I
wondered about the reefer's fuel tank.  They used a different tank because
their fuel didn't have to pay highway use tax.  I got out to look at that
tank and it was one of the larger ones I'd seen.  Still if we could get
some fuel from the pumps it would be better to do so.

   I would have to wait about five minutes for the air tanks to build
pressure.  Most people don't know it but if a big truck loses air pressure
there are very large springs made into the brake cylinders that apply
automatically.  These springs also serve as the parking brake since the
driver just pulls a button that bleeds the air out of the brake lines. 
While the pressure was building I got out and told Sharon I was going to
pull into the fueling lane and try to fuel the thing up.  She asked me what
was in it and I told her forty three thousand pounds of bacon, sausage, ham
and such.  She got a wide smile.

   I got back into the cab.  It was a pretty new Kenworth.  I released the
brakes, put it in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.  I eased to the
fueling lane and stopped by a pump.  Sure enough it had a pay at the pump
option on it and when I swiped my card it clicked right on.  I started a
nozzle on one side and then went to the other and started the satellite's
nozzle.  It only held about seventy-five gallons in the main tanks.  I hung
up the satellite's nozzle and went back over and laid the main nozzle on
top of the pump.  As I was about to get back in the cab I heard the reefer
stutter and I quickly shut it off.  It was probably about to run out of
fuel.  They are a bitch to prime and restart if you let them run dry.

   I pulled up so the hose would reach the reefer's tank and put the nozzle
in.  It held seventy-five gallons by itself.  I just laid the nozzle back
by the pump.  I pulled up clear of the pumps and signaled Sharon to pull
the dualie up and I fueled it also.  I just left the nozzle on top of the
pump.  I might want to use it again and there was no sense shutting the
pump off.  If someone came by and filled up on my card it really didn't
matter did it.

   I told Sharon to follow me and climbed in and headed for home.  When I
got a little speed up I had a try at shifting into high range.  Then I had
another try.  I finally got the hang of it.

   We were only about an hour later than I expected to be when we got to
the house.  I parked in the street and laid down on the air horn.  The
truck's driver must have been a real character since he had replaced his
normal 'loud as a son of a bitch' air horns with 'louder than two
motherfuckers' train horns.  It actually sounded like a damn train when I
honked it.  Even I was surprised.  The girls were really surprised.

   They came storming out of the house with titties jiggling when they saw
it was me and I thought the tits would never stop shaking.  Sharon was
getting out of the dualie and she was laughing her ass off.  Nancy was the
first to reach me and asked what the hell I had stolen.  When I told her it
was forty three thousand pounds of breakfast she couldn't believe it.

   None of them, except Beverly, had ever been this close to a big truck
before and they all wanted to look in it.  I told them to have at it but
not to touch the big red and yellow buttons and not to move the shifter. 
They promised not to and started climbing in.  Beverly said she'd already
seen a big truck and didn't get in.

   I was going to go to the back and get in the trailer to look around when
I remembered I had turned the unit completely off.  I hit the switch and it
roared back to life without a hitch.  The noise and vibration must have
scared the women in the cab.  They began bailing out screaming.  Beverly
and I were laughing so hard we couldn't explain what had happened.  They
gathered around me promising that none of them had touched anything I told
them not to.  When I told them what had happened they all gave me such a
look and then climbed back in the cab for more exploring.  I was amazed
that the seven of them could get in all at once and then I realized that it
had the biggest sleeper I had ever seen.  The sleeper was over eight feet
long from front to back.  The driver had to have been the owner of the
truck because no company would spring for a sleeper that large for a hired
driver.

   They soon saw all they wanted to of the inside of the truck and exited;
asking me if we were going to unload the food and where would we put it.  I
told them I would just get out a few boxes and leave the rest in the truck
since its refrigerator would still keep working as long as it had fuel.  I
did as I said and they helped carry the boxes inside.  Nancy put a couple
of hams in the oven to cook right away and the other girls helped Sharon
unload her stuff from the dualie.  I asked Nancy to make a list of other
food we might want to look for...

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