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Carmen heard Travis's request to kiss her, but she couldn't force herself to turn and face him. Instead, she pressed her body back into his, spooning him -- she could feel his softening cock against her butt cheeks, making her feel even more shitty -- and clutched at the blankets in disgust with herself.
What the hell had gone wrong? They had been doing great. Travis had driven her to orgasm with his mouth ... he'd gotten deep inside her, making her a woman ... and then ...
Little baby, she told herself, not knowing exactly why she'd chosen those particular words.
She lay there, just feeling the incredible warmth and comfort ... and love maybe...? ...coming from the man who was holding her tightly, kissing her neck, reassuring her that everything would be better...
And then ... without notice ... she was asleep...
The next morning Carmen awoke to the morning sun just beginning to break through the windows. She was alone in Travis's bed. She rose, clutching the bedding to her still nude body, not sure whether she should be disappointed or grateful at the man's absence. She grimaced as she tried to move her lower body. She hurt between her thighs ... down there, just as Aunt Ruth had warned would happen.
Oh God! Aunt Ruth! What is she thinking about me right now?
There was no reason for Carmen to be concern about Ruth's feelings on the situation, of course. Her great aunt who had had an hand in all of this, promoting it actually. But it was Carmen's inexperience with life that caused her to suddenly be flooded with guilt and concern. She might have been 18 years old, but she was still a young 18 year old, with few life experiences, even in this new world where maniacal cannibals were running around town eating anything with a heart beat.
Carmen slipped out of the bed, taking the comforter with her, moving first to the window to look out on the reds and oranges beginning to flood the neighborhood and pond, then going to the door, which she cracked just enough to peek out for a view of ... nobody ... where is everybody?
"There."
Ruth was standing in the window of the bedroom at the northeast end of the Ridge Home's second floor, pointing over the pond and driveway to the Parker Home. She shifted her hand a bit to help Travis follow the finger, clarifying, "Second floor window ... see it...? It was dark when I woke up, but when I came back up half an hour later, there was a light in it. At first I thought it could be one of those theft prevention timers, you know, to make robbers think you're home when you're not, but ... we don't have electricity, so ... why would the Parkers ... or whoever's in there?"
Ruth had been up before dawn, as had been her normal practice back before all of this happened. She'd already had a cup of tea, the only caffeine left after the house was ransacked; and using the ingredients they'd managed to salvage from said pillaging, put a loaf of bread in the range, which surprisingly still had pressure from the natural gas line. It was then that she'd noticed the on again, off again illumination in her neighbor's house. Ruth knew that the Parkers had fled Eugene when the mayhem started, so the question was, who was in the house next door? The better question was, is this person -- or persons? -- a threat or a benefit?
What the hell had gone wrong? They had been doing great. Travis had driven her to orgasm with his mouth ... he'd gotten deep inside her, making her a woman ... and then ...
Little baby, she told herself, not knowing exactly why she'd chosen those particular words.
She lay there, just feeling the incredible warmth and comfort ... and love maybe...? ...coming from the man who was holding her tightly, kissing her neck, reassuring her that everything would be better...
And then ... without notice ... she was asleep...
The next morning Carmen awoke to the morning sun just beginning to break through the windows. She was alone in Travis's bed. She rose, clutching the bedding to her still nude body, not sure whether she should be disappointed or grateful at the man's absence. She grimaced as she tried to move her lower body. She hurt between her thighs ... down there, just as Aunt Ruth had warned would happen.
Oh God! Aunt Ruth! What is she thinking about me right now?
There was no reason for Carmen to be concern about Ruth's feelings on the situation, of course. Her great aunt who had had an hand in all of this, promoting it actually. But it was Carmen's inexperience with life that caused her to suddenly be flooded with guilt and concern. She might have been 18 years old, but she was still a young 18 year old, with few life experiences, even in this new world where maniacal cannibals were running around town eating anything with a heart beat.
Carmen slipped out of the bed, taking the comforter with her, moving first to the window to look out on the reds and oranges beginning to flood the neighborhood and pond, then going to the door, which she cracked just enough to peek out for a view of ... nobody ... where is everybody?
"There."
Ruth was standing in the window of the bedroom at the northeast end of the Ridge Home's second floor, pointing over the pond and driveway to the Parker Home. She shifted her hand a bit to help Travis follow the finger, clarifying, "Second floor window ... see it...? It was dark when I woke up, but when I came back up half an hour later, there was a light in it. At first I thought it could be one of those theft prevention timers, you know, to make robbers think you're home when you're not, but ... we don't have electricity, so ... why would the Parkers ... or whoever's in there?"
Ruth had been up before dawn, as had been her normal practice back before all of this happened. She'd already had a cup of tea, the only caffeine left after the house was ransacked; and using the ingredients they'd managed to salvage from said pillaging, put a loaf of bread in the range, which surprisingly still had pressure from the natural gas line. It was then that she'd noticed the on again, off again illumination in her neighbor's house. Ruth knew that the Parkers had fled Eugene when the mayhem started, so the question was, who was in the house next door? The better question was, is this person -- or persons? -- a threat or a benefit?