Alice2015
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2014
- Posts
- 2,165
Lana Wilson (profile) and Peter Phillips (profile) and Robert Wilson:
Robert Wilson's sister's house
The Town of Baywood-Los Osos
North of Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power Plant (which has exploded and is melting down)
On the Pacific Coast, 225 miles northwest of Los Angeles
7:45 pm, Sunday, 19 January 2025 (18 hours after TLWO at 1:44 am local time):
(Lana's last post here; Peter's last post here.)
"I'll take this," Peter said when he opened a bedroom door and found it suitable for him.
Lana caught the look he gave her from the doorway as he entered the hall. She knew Peter was married, but that didn't prevent him from having inappropriate thoughts for her; things like what they'd been through over the last dozen and a half hours tended to make men -- women, too -- imagine doing things they wouldn't normally do.
She smiled back to Peter, then turned and headed down the hall. Lana wanted him as much as he presumably wanted her, but she'd never be able to forgive herself for letting him break his vows in such a way. She held her oil lamp inside the next bedroom door; it looked to be the living space of a teenage girl. She selected it and closed the door behind her. She set the lamp atop a dresser, laid down on the neatly made bed, and -- without even realizing how tired she was -- fell asleep within seconds.
Later, she would rouse just enough to realize that she was shivering from the cold. Lana kicked off her shoes, shed her jacket, but otherwise remained dressed as she rolled the bedding around her as if she was a burrito. She fell back to sleep.
(OOC: Unless something else happens, Lana is done until morning.)
Robert Wilson's sister's house
The Town of Baywood-Los Osos
North of Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power Plant (which has exploded and is melting down)
On the Pacific Coast, 225 miles northwest of Los Angeles
7:45 pm, Sunday, 19 January 2025 (18 hours after TLWO at 1:44 am local time):
(Lana's last post here; Peter's last post here.)
"I'll take this," Peter said when he opened a bedroom door and found it suitable for him.
Lana caught the look he gave her from the doorway as he entered the hall. She knew Peter was married, but that didn't prevent him from having inappropriate thoughts for her; things like what they'd been through over the last dozen and a half hours tended to make men -- women, too -- imagine doing things they wouldn't normally do.
She smiled back to Peter, then turned and headed down the hall. Lana wanted him as much as he presumably wanted her, but she'd never be able to forgive herself for letting him break his vows in such a way. She held her oil lamp inside the next bedroom door; it looked to be the living space of a teenage girl. She selected it and closed the door behind her. She set the lamp atop a dresser, laid down on the neatly made bed, and -- without even realizing how tired she was -- fell asleep within seconds.
Later, she would rouse just enough to realize that she was shivering from the cold. Lana kicked off her shoes, shed her jacket, but otherwise remained dressed as she rolled the bedding around her as if she was a burrito. She fell back to sleep.
(OOC: Unless something else happens, Lana is done until morning.)
