"World Quake, 2022"

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"World Quake, 2022"

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February 13, 2022
Inglewood, California

The day had begun perfectly for the more than 70,000 fans packing SoFi stadium for Superbowl LVI. The skies were clear, the temperature was in the high 60s, the COVID pandemic had essentially been conquered, and the Kansas City Chiefs and the Cleveland Browns had entered the football fray with nary an injured starter between them, setting the stage for one of the best played and evenly matched championship games in years if not decades.

And then ... the quake hit.

For more than 7 months, seismologists and others in the earth science fields had been warning of a never before seen trend: the number of earthquakes and volcanic rumblings had been steadily increasing all about the Ring of Fire, the meeting of tectonic plates that encircled the Pacific Ocean.

Those in the know knew that something big was coming. The problem was that no one knew where that something big would happen because it seemed as if the entirety of the Ring of Fire was coming to life all at one time.

At 4:44pm Pacific Time, that something big occurred in Southern California. It didn't happen at only Los Angeles or only San Francisco or only San Diego, each of which had experienced a quake in the past month of magnitude 3.3 or higher.

No, quakes occurred at all of these cities, within minutes of one another. Epicenters would be recorded in a total of 14 locations from Ensenada in Northwest Mexico to Petrolia on California's Northwest coast, west of Redding.

And these weren't 3+ magnitude tremors: 6 measured magnitude 7 or more, and one -- less than 12 miles from where the Chiefs and Browns were tied at 21-21 -- set a new world record for strength at magnitude 9.8.

Until this moment, the most powerful earthquake ever registered was the Valdivia Earthquake that occurred in Chilean on May 22, 1960. Because of low population density, estimates of lives lost ranged from 1,000 and 6,000 killed. The monetary cost ranged from $3.5 billion to $7 billion in 2022 US dollars.

This quake was destined to take far more lives and cost far more money, obviously, and the damage was only beginning.

Within an hour of the first big tremor this day, quakes were erupting up and down the coasts of the United States and Canada. Three hours later, the first of more than 25 quakes between magnitude 5 and 9 struck Japan, Korea, China, the Philippines, Malaysia, and Indonesia.

Back in the US, the fault line off the coast of Oregon and Southern Washington joined the fray, as did several more in or near Alaska. In Oregon's largest city, Portland, the city's tallest building at 40 stories, the Well's Fargo Center, cracked at its base and, after three more 5+ magnitude quakes just 50 miles to the west, crumbled to the ground reminiscent of the collapse of the Twin Towers in New York in 2001.

Of course, that was just one building. In Los Angeles, more than half of the 800+ buildings that were 100 feet or more tall either collapsed or suffered major damage. Thousands had died in Chile in 1960: millions would die this day between America's borders with Mexico and Canada.

Of course, the damage wasn't restricted to just the United States, of course, and it wasn't just earthquakes that would kill people over the days and weeks to come. Tens of millions were being killed, injured, or displaced all around the Ring of Fire, and Mother Nature followed up the tremors with tsunamis that would, over the hours and days to come, ultimately reach coastlines throughout the world, even raising sea levels in the Mediterranean enough to flood some low lying towns and recreational areas popular with foreign tourists.

And have we talked about the volcanos yet? Shake and bake would be the headline in English language newspapers all around the world as more than two dozen major volcanic eruptions were spurred on by the unprecedented tremors. And these eruptions didn't occurred just around the Ring of Fire.

The Fagradalsfjall volcano in Iceland exploded and began spewing out ash and lava that threatened much of the island's population and covered much of Europe with fine, hot ash. The Cumbre Vieja volcano in the Canary Islands, which had erupted on September 19, 2021, but which had gone eerily quiet for a handful of months, suddenly roared back to life. No one could know this now, but before it quieted down several years from now, 90% of the island -- including all of the formerly occupied areas -- would have a new layer of lava on it, some places as deep as 300 feet.

The World Quake, or as some would call it, Apocalypse 2022, would leave very few people on Earth unaffected in one way or another before it settled down. If it settled down.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

February 13, 2022 -- Super Bowl Sunday
Los Angeles, California
4:42pm, 2 minutes before the World Quake began

In a downtown Los Angeles high rise hotel, Margaret leaned against the door frame between the connecting luxury penthouse suites and smiled in delight at what she was seeing on the television. She and three dozen other guests were partaking of Super Bowl LVI on either of the two rooms' giant televisions, and their team had just kicked an extra point to tie the spectacularly played game at 21-21 just 88 seconds before half time.

But it wasn't the exciting game that was making "Maggie" smile. It wasn't that her team had just tied the score. It wasn't even that her own husband, Chris Taylor, Tight End of the Kansas City Chiefs, had been the one to score the team's most recent touchdown.

No, what was making her smile was that following the successful extra point, the cameras had again found Chris on the sidelines and he'd made a gesture that was a private joke between them. Maggie had spurred on her husband's drive for excellence today with a promise: for each touchdown he scored or each block he made that resulted in a team mate scoring, she would grant him a special sexual requests.

So far, he had a touchdown and a key block both, and it wasn't even halftime!

"Happy with your husband about now, Maggie?" one of the guests asked as he passed from one room to the other. "He scored."

"Yeah, he did," she said softly, more to herself than to him. Once the man was out of earshot, she chuckled and told herself, "And he's gonna score even bigger tonight."

Maggie was very proud of her hubby's career, but what made her love him so much was that he didn't care a lick about what had happened to her during her own career.

Maggie had embarked on a modeling career in her mid-teens, first for local retailers of clothing, cosmetics, and jewelry, then on the internet as an Instagram Influencer, hawking those same items but also delving into any number of products, services, and whatnot.

She was a freshman at University when she met a local and well known videographer with a connection to a national retail chain. He promised her fame and fortune for modeling and/or promoting their products on her multiple social media platforms, and he delivered: in less than 3 months, Maggie was bringing in more than $14,000 a month striking poses in little black dresses, corsets and short short skirts, and other such outfits that were becoming progressively more sexy over time.

Maggie didn't mind as the money and attention was coming in faster and more dramatically every day. Her videographer friend convinced her to move onward, and soon she was posing in sexy lingerie.

The people paying her -- who sold all of these items, of course -- began to question whether or not Maggie should be showing off them off on her social media. A significant percentage of her followers were girls in their mid to early teens, and a recent study of her accounts had shown that she was beginning to gain an ever increasing number of older men who most certainly weren't out to buy women's clothing.

Unfortunately, Maggie's videographer -- with whom she'd secretly become lovers by then -- kept these concerns from her, telling her that all was fine and dandy. Then came the day he shot Maggie in a particularly provocative top with her hair, makeup, and pose intended to imply that she herself was still a girl in her teens, not a nearly 21 year old woman. He'd said it was just for fun and that no one would ever see it, and yet he posted it to some of her social media.

The association with the retail giant was cut off in an instant. And as control over Maggie's social media accounts had been turned over to her bosses per her contract, they were shut down and all the content deleted.

Maggie was devastated, both emotionally and financially. She'd spent all of her money on her University education, as well as on a brand new convertible Mercedes and the down payment for a condo in Malibu. In an instant, she was threatened with bankruptcy.

So, what does a girl do when her modeling career comes to an abrupt end because she wasn't wearing enough clothes? Simple: she takes off all her clothes. Her lover and videographer, who had been axed, too, convinced Maggie to do an erotic photoshoot. He promised her that with her body and talent for modeling and his skill behind the still and video camera, he could get the layout sold to one of the major men's magazines, paper and/or digital.

He shot her in what he called artful and thought provoking poses, though to Maggie they just looked like your standard every day naked girl porn. He shot her nearly nude on the beach and then very naked on the deck of his home.

Then ... he simply vanished.

The images didn't, though. A couple of weeks later, they began showing up all over the internet, first on the digital versions of the traditional men's magazines, then on what Maggie considered nasty porn sites, then finally just about anywhere on the internet that the search naked woman would take you.

Maggie quit University, unable to walk across campus without attracting suggestive whistles, cat calls, or lewd offers. She basically hid out for almost a year, barely going outside or, when she did, wearing bulky, nondescript clothing with hats and sunglasses.

Then one day, without all of her identity hiding cover, she came face to face with the most incredible man she'd ever met in her life. Chris Taylor was the first man who'd hadn't immediately tried to get her in bed after seeing her images online. In fact, Maggie had had to ask him out because he was so busy with football and his studies at her former school of Stanford that he feared he couldn't commit to a dating relationship with her.

But date they did, and sleep together they began to do after the season was over, and -- of course -- marry they did as well after being together almost two years. Their second wedding anniversary was three weeks away, on Maggie's 25th birthday.

Standing here watching Chris on the television, she couldn't help but wonder whether he would want to spread out his special sexual requests between tonight and that anniversary or cash in on them all tonight.

Of course, he wasn't going to get to make that decision tonight or anytime in the near future it would seem, as 4:44pm local time arrived and the hotel in which Maggie stood began to tremble, then shake, then fall apart.

The quake was the most powerful and the longest lasting tremor ever recorded, with a magnitude of 9.8 and a length of more than 12 minutes. Knowing a little something about earthquakes as a born and raised Southern California girl, Maggie ran straight for the nearest bathtub, hoping that the metal container would protect her from falling debris.

Of course, she wasn't at home in her century old house with its original cast iron, claw foot tub. What she found when she managed to get to the bathroom was a Fiberglas tub that was already cracked by the time she fell into it.

Maggie's panic for herself was only one of the thoughts filling her mind. Even before she reached the tub, she was thinking about her husband. He was out in the middle of the field of SoFi stadium, not in a skyscraper that was surely going to collapse any second. He'll be safe there, out on the 50 yard line, won't he?

But then she remembered that this stadium like most or all NFL stadiums had a cover! What was it made of? Glass? Plexiglas? Plastic of some sort? Plastic! Maggie recalled from an online article she'd read about the roof. There were 1 million square feet of plastic panels and the largest cable net system in the world. Will it protect him, the cables, from falling panels? Maggie was now panicking. Or will it fall on him, too?

Although the quake would last 12 minutes, it didn't take that long to do unspeakable damage at Maggie's location. All around her, things fell from the walls, and walls themselves cracked and buckled and fell over. Anything and everything not nailed down fell to the floor, and even some of which had been nailed down ended up on the buckling floor.

Then, the second most terrifying thing she could ever imagine happened: the front side of the hotel, from the ground to the roof, simply fell away. The front wall of the bathroom disappeared with it, and Maggie found herself staring out over the city from the now exposed interior of the 21st floor.

As far as the eye could see, buildings had either crumbled to the ground or would be over the next ten minutes or more. All Maggie could do was just lay there and watch the destruction. Explosions erupted every few seconds from one cause or another, sending up sometimes massive fireballs that were typically followed by thick, black clouds of smoke that wafted upwards in the still air of the afternoon.

Electrical circuits sparks rained down from what remained of the ceiling above Maggie, and knowing that the tub was of no advantage to her, she got out of it to search for an escape to a safer location, if such a thing existed. She was certain that the remainder of the building was going to collapse as well, and she began recalling all the video footage of the World Trade Center collapses that she'd watched during the the 20 year anniversary of the event just this past September.

There was no escape from the bathroom, though: the floor before her was gone, and behind her were only walls. She stood there for a moment, seeking an answer in vane. Then, she looked to the southwest to where SoFi stadium was supposed to be. There was too much smoke and debris rising into the sky for her to tell if it had survived.

After a moment, though, Maggie was able to make out something she hadn't considered until now. There was a dark, blue band across the ocean, as if Mother Nature had gotten out a gigantic Midnight Blue Crayola crayon and drawn a line from northwest to southeast.

Suddenly, Maggie realized what it was: a tsunami.

The powerful wave of energy that showed itself in moving water would hit the continental shelf, then the beach, and rise to a height of more than 40 feet as far as Maggie could see. In what seemed like slow motion, it slammed the coastline from beyond Pacific Palisades in the north to beyond Newport Beach in the south, sending water into most of the blocks and neighborhoods of the LA basin between the Santa Monica mountains in the northwest and the Santa Ana range in the southeast.

All Maggie could think of was that if Chris had survived the presumed collapse of the stadium, the wave of deadly water would surely kill him instead. And even though she knew she should be trying to get out of the skyrise hotel, all she could do was sit on the seat of the still intact toilet and sob while she watched Mother Nature destroy the City of Angels.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Introducing Suzie Vitalis and Della Aetos

February 13, 2022
Portland, Oregon
5:05pm, 21 minutes after the World Quake began in California

Naked and on their knees in the Jacuzzi of room 112 of the Notel Motel, Suzie pulled her friend Della's body against her own in a show for their John. He was only just now beginning to remove his clothes to enjoy what he was paying $500 for.

Della wasn't too pleased with the financial arrangement her friend had made, thinking they could have asked for twice as much. But Suzie had pointed out to her roomie that they had today and tomorrow to come up with the $800 rent, or they would find themselves literally on the streets following a 72 hour eviction notice.

Their customer turned away to look to his phone sitting on the bathroom sink counter, then stepped over to pick it up with one hand while his other hand held his pants up around his fat belly.

As he read, the 22 year old Della whispered to the 20 year old Suzie, "You couldn't have found someone less gross?"

The younger girl giggled, saying, "He looks like your father, and I always thought your father was cute."

"He looks like my father, who ... you know ... did that to me when I was 14," Della reminded her sometimes short memory friend. "And you want me to let this guy fuck me."

"I gotta go," the man said, setting his phone down and quickly beginning to put his clothes back together.

"What about our money?" Della snapped, already standing to emerge from the tub, not about to let this bastard leave without paying them. "The deal was one hour with the two of us for--"

"I gotta go!" he repeated firmly, dropping onto the toilet to put his shoes back on. "California got hit by an earthquake."

"So what?" Della said, snagging up a towel and wrapping it around herself as she moved into the bathroom's doorway. "They've been getting earthquakes every day for months. How's this one any different?"

He ignored her, standing and telling her, "Get out of my way."

"Give us our money," Della challenged.

The man hesitated, then pulled out a wad of cash and ripped off a $50 bill. He flicked it through the air at Della, telling her, "There, you showed me your tits."

He barged out of the bathroom, pushing Della out of the way. She lost her footing and fell against the corner of a dresser on her way down, cutting a gash into her arm. As the man hurried to find and don his coat and retrieve his briefcase, Della laid on the floor crying out in pain as she grasped the cut, trying to stem the bleeding.

From the bathroom, a still naked Suzie hurried out to survey the scene. She snatched up a towel and wrapped it around her friend's arm as she chastised the uncaring man for being brutal. He barely looked back at them as he rushed out the door, down the concrete steps, and toward his car parked in the middle of the parking lot.

"You're gonna be okay," Suzie promised as she helped Della up to the bed. "A couple'a stitches and you'll be all better."

"And who's gonna pay for that?" she asked, reminding her friend, "I'm not on Oregon Health Plan yet. I have to go to urgent care for this, which means a bill, and we can't even pay for the--"

She got interrupted by a sudden shake of the building, causing her to mumble, "What the fuck?"

They stared at each other as a second tremor shook the building. Suzie headed quickly for her clothes, telling Della what she was probably already aware of, "It's an earthquake. We use to have them when I was little in San Francisco all the time. Get dressed! We need to get out into the middle of the parking lot, away from the buildings and power lines."

The two of them were dressed in record time, forgoing most of their undergarments and carrying their shoes in their hands. Things on walls and horizontal surfaces were relocating themselves to the floor, and the room's big pane window suddenly exploded from the stresses on the structure's walls as the two young woman rushed outside.

They were just reaching the parking lot when it seemed as thought the entire world began falling apart. Behind them, the old motel began to crack, shift, and crumble. The earth opened up almost directly beneath where they'd just been naked, as it also did to the left and right of them at the ends of the 14 room long building.

There were calls and screams coming from all around them, but one caught their attention, causing them both to swing toward the parking lot. A light pole had fallen and crushed their ungrateful client; he was dead even before the two girls realized what exactly had happened.

"We gotta get out of here!" Suzie said, asking, "Where do we go, Della? Where's safe? Everything going to fuck!"

Della grabbed her friend's hand and led her directly toward their John, telling Suzie anxiously, "C'mon, hurry! Hurry!"

The younger woman cringed and wanted to put upon seeing what the heavy, metal pole had done to the man, but Della ignored it as she grabbed the man's jacket and found the keys to his Cadillac. She commanded, "Get in! We're getting out of here."

In no time at all, they were in the front seat, with Della starting the car and shooting it out of the parking lot with squealing tires. They barely got to the highway before an entire set of power lines fell down to block the motel's driveway.

"Where we goin'? Where we goin'?" Suzie practically screamed out.

Della stopped when other traffic got in their way. She looked around the car, then recalled the wad of money in the now-dead man's pants pocket. "Check the glove box for the registration. Where's this guy live?"

"Why would we want to know--"

"Just do it!" Della cut her off, pulling over to get away from another power line that looked ready to come down. When Suzie read the address from the registration in the glove box, Della smiled and shot the luxury car forward again, saying, "I know exactly where that is."

"Why are we going there?" Suzie asked, oblivious to her friend's thinking.

"Because the guy who lives there is dead, dummy," Della explained, "and he died owing us $450."

Up in front of them, an overpass suddenly collapsed onto the road they were traveling on. Della skidded the car to a stop, spun it around, and said, "I know another way to get there."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

Ten minutes later, after seeing buildings collapse or explode from gas leaks and watching multiple roads crack open all around but fortunately not in front of them, they arrived at the man's Lake Oswego home.

"How do we know he doesn't have a wife?" Suzie asked.

"Would you have married that pig?" Della laughed. Then she pointed out, "No wedding band, and no wedding band tan line from having taken it off before meeting us."

As they got out of the car, they were surprised to find that the place hadn't suffered any serious damage. There were a dozen or more trees down in the area, and one of them was even leaning against the house. But other than a single pane of windows in the front, it looked as though the home had survived quite well.

"Welcome home," Della told her younger friend.

Suzie laughed and asked, "Home? What, we're just gonna steal this guy's house?"

"We're not stealing," Della reminded Suzie as she took her friend's hand and led her to the door. "We're seeking compensation for, as he called it, showing him our tits. I don't know about you, Suzie Q, but my left tit is worth a living room with, hopefully, a liquor cabinet, and my right one is worth a kitchen with a fully stocked fridge. What about yours?"

Suzie looked down, finding the nipples of her unbridled breasts swollen from the excitement and chill of the cool evening air. "A king sized bed with high threat count sheets ... and ... a big screen television with a thousand cable channels."

They laughed as they searched for a hidden key, and after not finding it, Suzie climbed through the window with the broken out glass. They searched the house for others, then searched for a first aid kit to deal with Della's arm. The guy had the biggest, most extravagantly equipped kit the girl's had ever seen, including topical pain killers and a suturing kit.

"Stitch me up," Della told her friend after she came back to the bathroom with a half bottle of rum. "Just let me down some pain relief."

Suzie actually knew how to stitch a wound, having assisted at a veterinarian's office the summer after high school graduation. It was scary and a bit gross, but after a few missteps, Della's arm was sutured and bandaged. She, of course, was high as a kite by then. She dragged Suzie off to find a bedroom, stripped to her birthday suit again, and said to her friend suggestively, "Now, where were we before we got so rudely interrupted by a fuckin' earthquake?"

The two had just enough time to drive each other to orgasm before another big quake shook the region. The house was new and had been built to withstand earthquakes to a degree, though, and they didn't even rush outside this time.

Cuddling back up together, Della told her lover and best friend, "There's no place like home."

 

[Homerun2611]

Tony Stabler and Chris Taylor and their Damsels

Tony Stabler was doing his first Super Bowl, paired with the one and only Jim Nantz. It had been only a year since he had played in this game himself. He had been the Superbowl LV MVP, but on the final play, a quarterback sneak where somehow he had reached the ball out over the goal line to secure victory as time expired, he had suffered the sixth concussion of his career.

It was a month before he could remember the game at all, and in meetings with the Doctors, the opinions were unanimous, despite only being 32 and arguably still the prime of his career, it wa time to hang them up. Every major broadcast network and ESPN wanted him, the bidding was such that wherever he signed it would be for the most money ever for a color guy. Ultimately, it was the combination of being the color guy for Nance and that CBS had this year's Superbowl, that had won his commitment to the network.

The year had been storybook, announcing came easier to him than even football or golf, where he was a scratch handicapper. He seemed to read the coaches' minds, routinely calling out exactly the play that was run ahead of time. At the moment he was euphoric. His good friend, the all pro tight end on the Chiefs and his friend, Chris Taylor had just scored a touchdown. Now as an announcer he couldn't openly root for one team versus another, but he could barely hide his excitement for Chris, who had been his freshman tight end at Stanford for the senior all american and heisman runner up!

They were just coming back from commercial break at 4:44, the Chiefs to kick back off to the Browns, hoping to go into halftime tied. Tony had just taken his seat, a coke in his hand just delivered by the producer. The Browns returner had caught the ball at the three, and as he cut back toward the middle, Tony was commenting, "Look at that cutback, he has a lane and an opening and....OH FUCK!!!!" That was certainly not what he intended to say, he was reacting to tremors that tossed the coke from his hand, and then the field literally buckling in front of the returner.

The next few seconds, minutes were chaos. He reached over to his announcing partner, but he wasn't there, a rafter had come down from the ceiling of the booth piercing him through the chest. He grabbed his cell phone, miraculously he got out, calling his wife, Candice. Tony had been a playboy, dating Carrie Underwood before he met the former Miss Missouri, who turned into the one true love of his life. They had been married only six years and already had two children, a son, Tyler, 5 and a daughter, Taylor, 4.

She picked up on the first ring, "Tony, honey, what's going on?" she asked concerned. "Tony! Can you hear me?"

Tony wished he knew, "Is it happening up there too? Where are the kids?" Then he remembered, she was at her parents and the kids were away, almost 600 miles inland, he hoped to God that was enough.

He was just about to tell her he might not get out, to tell her and to tell the chldren he loved them, but instead, he heard back, "They are ....." The explosion was near deafening, it was on her end, and then silence as the line went dead!

"Candice....CANDICE!!!" He was almost certain that would be the last time he would ever hear her voice.​

From that point on Tony moved on purely based on instincts, this place, this $5 billion palace was falling apart and soon would be rubble. He took a chance, turning and heading to the press box elevator.

"Tony help?" Kristin, a young reporter with the LA Times, who had started doing some Laker games,, she had profiled him only two weeks ago.

Tony reached out his hand, but it only took a moment to realize even if she took it, it would do no good. Her thin ankle and delicate foot wer trapped under a concrete block. It was a miracle that it was only trapped and not crushed. Debri, steel, sparks, were falling all around them.

Tony was lucky, in a way, actually he would realize many ways. As an announcer, no one saw your shoes, he could have theoretically worn shorts even, but he didn't. He did however wear jogging shoes, and with those he maneuvered himself down and used his strength to free her.

Kristin was a woman, and this was a big event, and she did not have the same flexibility as Tony in her attire, as she had on a dress, an attractive dress and heels, 4 inch heels!

"We gotta move!" was all he said grabbing her hand as they scrambled twenty feet to the elevator. Again, luckily it was there waiting for them, and as he turned and faced back to the press box and conjacent luxury boxes, all he saw was rubble, collapsing infrastructure and dead bodies everywhere.

"We are lucky to be alive, but I don't know if this thing will ever make it down!" He was breathless and out of options, the stairs were not an option, he only had this one chance, a hail mary at best, as he hit the ground floor button.

The ride down was terrifying, lights flickering and the steel cased container jiggling like an air plane going through the world's worst turbulence. At a given point he grabbed her and held her close, unclear if he did it for her or him, but she held on just as tight.

The ride stopped with a thump, a major jolt, but the doors somehow opened and they were out, in the tunnel, the light of day only two hundred feed or so ahead. "Run!" He yelled and started to lead her, but there was no fucking chance she was running in those heels. So, like a fireman taking an old woman from a burning building, he swept her up in his arms and took off in a sprint that he hadn't done since a 300 pound DE at been bearing down on his ass!

Shit was falling all around him, and without turning he heard the elevator shaft crumble and bury the elevator that had just provided their escape.

He was running, moving, getting out, but to where, to what? Who the fuck knows? And it wasn't just him, but her, this woman he had known for all of a couple of weeks who he now held in his arms, and had just made an unspoken commitment to try to save as well.

***********​

For Chris, it had only been moments before that he had been running for the game tying score. But now, he was at the far end of his sideline, grabbing a cup of gatorade when all hell broke loose! He had turned to watch the kick-off and then watched in horror as the field disintegrated in front of the returned, ultimately pulling everyone on the field into the emerging abyss.

He would have gone back to his bench, his team but that began to disappear as well, he was lucky to be far removed from the field on the perimeter, not far from the entrance tunnel. Almost instantaneously the field and stands began to buckle and crumble and he put on his helmet for protection as he started to sprint for the tunnel.

For Chris there would be no emotional farewell call to his Maggie, his one true love. His cell phone, his wallet, were all in the expensive and ultra posh locker room that would be rubble before he was even outside. He moved fast but kept to the edge as the field slid into the cavernous cracks emerging. He was almost at the tunnel when he saw her, maybe eight feet away, hugging the goal post stanchion that had stayed upright as all around it gave way. There was one of the KC cheerleaders.

Looking down he saw the masses of people, including her fellow cheerleaders that the ground had swallowed up like so many table scraps. The loss of humanity that was happening all around him was apocalyptic. He looked up to see waves of humanity as the fans were buried in rubble.

"Fuck it!" He was not going to leave her, and so he ventured as close as he could get, still six feet away, with a drop of what looked like more than a hundred feet between them. "Jump, I'll catch you!" It was preposterous to ask, but the reality was, they both knew, he was her only option, and at least he was an all-pro tight end who caught things, not humans though, for a living.

"Jump, we have seconds here, at most, now or never?" He pleaded. The young, and very beautiful girl, had one thing going for her. While she was wearing boots, her costume, they were rubber soled to give her traction on her suggestive and spirited dance routines. Chris had expected a simple broad jump, what he got was some sort of move that seemed to cross between an olympic gymnast and something someone might hope to find in the kama sutra. As he caught her in his strong hands gripping her outstretched wrists and forearms, he couldn't hide his surprise, "WOW....uh...impressive!"

He took her hand, and as they began to run toward the tunnel, the same exit Tony had seconds ago passed through. In five seconds they had left the arena and were in the tunnel. "Are you okay?" He finally asked, stopping so he could shed his helmet and shoulder pads, now standing there shirtless. He was breathing hard, as was she, more adrenaline though than any fatigue.

He looked down, quickly panning down her gorgeous, scantily clad body, but not having a chance to enjoy the view. "Can you run in those?" He looked down at the only quasi functional shoes. He didn't wait for an answer. It would be yes, but not very damn fast and they needed to move, this place was coming down, all of it! So, like Tony, he swept her up in his arms and took off in a sprint. He ran a 4.56 forty and with this type of adrenaline he was surely faster. Fight or flight, right, well in this moment, flight was the only option.

Out in what should have been sun, but was mostly a cloud of dust he heard the yell. "Chris?" What the fuck, but across the street was his good friend, and former college teammate Tony. How ironic that each of them held a woman in their arms, but neither of them their wives who had become friends as well. Two warriors looking across the plain at each other, damsels in distress they had saved and now held in their arms. Except his damsel was wiggling away, headed over to a turned over cart, where someone, no longer here, had been selling running shoes. "Get some for her too?" Pointed across the street. Tony may be the quarterback, but Chris had been an MLB prospect level pitcher in high school, he could get it there.

Why did he think there, well both men looked down at the obvious, the massive gap in the roach, a fifteen foot wide and immeasurably deep chasm, not possibly passable between them. "We can't..." Chris called out, to the unspoken question of meeting. "I know..." Tony called back and for a moment they looked at each other. At least for now, this was good bye. They both heard and then turned to see the massive wave of the tsunami that would crash down on all of them within minutes. "High ground!" One Stanford alum called out to the other, but they both knew. It was simple, find how ground quickly or die...and so with their new found mate in their arms, both men too off at a sprint, but in very opposite directions....

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Introducing Candice Stabler, wife of Chief's player, Chris Stabler

February 13, 2022: Super Bowl Sunday
Weed, California
As the World Quake began

Candice Stabler was in Weed, California, for a Super Bowl watching party had been at her parents' home. She'd been dividing her attention between two things that made her so happy: listening to her husband calling the game from his booth in Inglewood; and marveling at the wondrous view of Mount Shasta just 10 miles beyond the home's eastern wall of glass.

Then there seemed to be some technical problems with the signal from the game. The view on the giant screen television Tony had just purchased for Candy's parents specifically for the Super Bowl seemed to shake and shiver, as if the camera had fallen from its stand or been run into. Then, the picture was gone, replaced by the "Please Stand By, we are experiencing technical difficulties" image.

Her phone rang a minute or two later with her husband's ring tone. That surprised Candy, of course, as Tony should have been a busy. She moved out onto the back porch for better reception, but most all she heard was confusing mayhem, with her husband's voice sometimes seeming to speak to her and sometimes to others.

"Tony, honey, what's going on?" she asked concerned. "Tony! Can you hear me?"

"Is it happening up there too?" her husband asked, his words hard to make out.

"Is what happening?" she responded, loudly as if that ever make a bad connection go through any better. "Tony! Is what happening?"

There had been a renewed concern about geologic events recently, of course, but Candy's first thought was terrorism. She'd been only 8 years old when 9/11 happened. The majority of her 29 years of life had been spent in constant fear of further terrorist events.

Ironically, Candy's fears had been realized just two months ago. She'd been back home in Missouri, touring the State Capitol with a local news crew. Candy was still very popular with the Press because of her beauty and presence before the camera; with Missourians because of her reign as Miss Missouri in 2008; and more recently with anyone who watched professional football because of her marriage to Tony Stabler, a household name himself but on a more national standing.

The tour had gone well and had just ended, with Candy's group heading out the northeast backside of the building for some footage on the banks of the Missouri River, when a domestic terrorist drove a truck bomb into the southwest frontside of the building. The explosion did millions of dollars in damage and took 22 lives, but thankfully none of Candy's group -- which had included her children! -- had been harmed.

The newsworthiness of Mrs. Tony Stabler being at the Capitol that day had brought Candy attention and stress she simply didn't need at this time in her life. So, when she'd been given the heads up that reporters would try to interview her at the game about the bombing, she and Tony made the hard decision that she would spend the weekend in Weed with her supposedly ill father.

"Where are the kids?" Tony asked, barely audible. "Where are the kids?"

She began to respond with They are in Eureka, with my sister, remember? But Candy only got the first two words out before her eyes and mouth at the shaking of the ground beneath her feet and, a moment later, the massive volcanic explosion of Shastina.

Candy hadn't been alive yet when Mount St. Helens blew in 1980, but her parents had had a home in Vancouver, Washington at the time and they'd lived the event. They had spoken of it often with their children as they grew up, in Washington, later in Missouri, and then back here in the shadow of Mount Shasta.

The explosion before her wasn't that unlike the 1980 eruption. It wasn't Mount Shasta itself that exploded, of course, but was its satellite cone, Shastina. The latter -- what many in Weed called Baby Shasta -- was on the southwest side of the mountain, and it had come alive months earlier and had begun bulging, much as Mount St. Helens had in 1980.

Seismologists had promised that nothing more than some spewing of gas and ash was likely. They were wrong. In an instant, 1,500 feet of Shastina's top simply lifted into the air, more height but a bit less voluminous mass as had been blown from Mount St. Helens top. In contrast to the Washington mountain, though, the debris blown into the air was heading outward in all directions as a rolling cloud of ash and gas began its rise thousands of feet.

As she stood there in shock, hearing but unable to respond to her husband's panicked questions, Candy was blown 12 feet backwards by the shock wave of the blast, slamming into the house's siding and passing out.

(OOC: I will post for the children later. I'm too busy now.)

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Introducing Kirstin Leeds, sports journalist

February 13, 2022: Super Bowl Sunday
Weed, California
As the World Quake began

Kirstin Leeds had grown up in and around Los Angeles, and she'd experienced her share of earthquakes in her life. But what she was feeling now was no regular earthquake: this was the end of the world!

She searched around herself for the nearest upright steel beam, maybe even one of those massive "I" beams into which her tiny, 5'4", 118 pound frame could hide from the debris already falling all about the Sports Center.

But before she could move, something struck her, knocking her to the deck, and a moment later pain shot through her as a wall fell apart and pinned her leg to the floor. She looked around desperately for help, calling to the first face she knew by name, "Tony help?"

The pain surging through her made the rescue seem to last forever, but in reality he had her up and heading for the exit in just seconds. She saw where he was heading and asked in shock, "The elevator? Are you crazy?"

She knew first hand that that little box of death was no place to be in the case of an earthquake. But no sooner had she asked her question then the nearest stairwell and everything around it simply disappeared, falling downward as the floor and roof from above passed by right behind it.

"This isn't supposed to happen!" she declared as they entered the elevator. "This isn't supposed to happen!"

As the elevator pitched and rocked, Kirstin wrapped her arms around Tony's still muscular torso and buried her face into his chest. She resisted screaming, barely, but she was still scared to death.

After what seemed a forever but was less than a minute, they were in the tunnel running. But her obligatory heels and the pain in her ankle just weren't cutting it for a sprint. Kirstin couldn't believe it when she was suddenly swept up to be carried away. Again, she wrapped her arms around Tony, this time around his neck, and buried her face into the cleft of his neck and shoulder.

She had no desire to see what was happening all about them.

She only looked up when she heard Tony hollered out, "Chris?"

Kirstin followed his gaze to find a still uniformed Kansas City Chief's player on the far side of a gap in the parking lot, also holding a woman in his arms. She realized in an instant that the other woman was a Chiefette, one of the team's Cheer Squad Members. (Kirstin had never liked the Squad's name, finding the Chief- degrading of Native Americans and the -ette degrading of women, but that wasn't the thought going through her head at this very moment.)

The Cheer member, who Kirstin would one day was named Melody Vance, wriggled out of the player's arms and ran for a clothing booth. Kirstin was able to see the man's uniform number and realized that it was none other than Chris Stabler, who'd scored the Chief's second third touchdown of the game.

Kirstin also soon realized that the woman was shopping! Well, not shopping so much as looting. But as she watched and the two men spoke back and forth, Kirstin realized that the woman was looking for more appropriate shoe ware.

"Let me down, let me down!" she commanded Tony as she flailed her feet to dislodge the high heels from her feet. As the commentator was setting her down, Kirstin hollered across the rift in the pavement, "Size six! Size six! Jesus Christ, anything bigger than a five'll do!"

There was another loud rumble and shake of the ground, and off in the distance a massive fireball rising into the sky was followed a moment later by the boom traveling over the ground at the speed of sound. Behind them, another section of the still standing stadium collapsed, sending up a cloud of dust and smoke that was accented by screams.

Something hit Kirstin, and she flinched and pushed up against Tony again for protection. But then a second object nearly hit her, and she realized that it was raining running shoes. She looked beyond the gap again to find Chris lobbing shoes tied to one another in pairs. Kirstin somehow managed a laugh and a wave of thanks as she searched the tongues of the shoes for sizes.

She dropped to the ground to deal with her bare feet, thinking for the first time since this began that maybe she wasn't going to die after. Then, she looked up to find Tony with a look of fear and shock in his eyes, a look even more frightening than she'd already seen.

She quickly tied the runners, stood, and followed his gaze to the southeast, beyond the collapsing stadium, and murmured at the sign of the approaching wave, "Holy ... fuck."

"High ground!" the men were calling to one another, understanding that they were looking at a tsunami.

Kirstin looked across the gap in the ground, knowing that each couple was on their own. She looked away from the wave, grasped Tony for attention, and pointed. "There!"

They were less than 150 yards from a cell phone tower that, because of its spring loaded supports, was still standing. She was already pulling Tony toward it, saying, "We can climb it. Can't we? Tony, can we climb it?"

She honestly didn't know whether or not it would withstand either the still rumbling earthquake or the approaching tsunami, but Kirstin had no other ideas and didn't see any land within running distance that she thought would survive the wave. It was so incredibly high already, and while it would lose height as it can farther inland, it would still be tall when it got here, possibly 20 or 30 feet high.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Introducing Pamela Lyons

February 13, 2022: Super Bowl Sunday
SoFi Stadium, Inglewood, California
As the World Quake began

Pamela Lyons was in the middle of a cheer when the quake struck, the movement of the ground causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the ground. She'd heard the recent warnings about earthquakes increasing in California, but she'd been told they were all relatively minor.

This was not minor!

She stayed on her hands and knees initially, just looking around herself for some sign of what was expected of her regarding her safety. Was she supposed to stay still and low? Was she supposed to run for cover? Would finding cover only result in her being crushed?

Out on the field, the ground literally disappeared as a gap lengthened and widened from one end of the playing area to the other kitty corner to it. Players and officials disappeared into the growing gap right before her eyes, and beyond them, parts of the stadium seating, filled with tens of thousands of fans in them, began collapsing.

She heard a crashing sound and looked behind her, finding one of her Squad mates laying on the ground, literally cut in half by a cable that had fallen from somewhere above.

After seeing that, Pamela didn't need anyone to tell her what she needed to do. She looked for the nearest, still accessible tunnel and ran as fast as her costume's boots would carry her. She suddenly wished the Squad had voted for the less sexy but more practical high top, low heel shoes that some of the Squad had been promoting.

Pamela made it to the end zone and the uprights when another major tremor sent her to the ground. She grabbed hold of the swaying upright base, her arms unable to fully wrap around because of the collision prevention safety cushion. She got to her feet again, contemplating running again, only to find another chasm opening between her and the tunnel.

She was sure that she was going to die, now cut off and being encircled by collapsing earth. Then, one of the Chief's players -- #87, Chris, Chris Stabler! her brain screamed in delight -- gestured to Pamela and hollered, "Jump, I'll catch you!"

"You're crazy!" Pamela said before she even realized she'd spoken the words. The had always had a fear of falling, which was the reason she'd never participated in the Squads high flying acrobatics. But Chris waggled his hand at her and insisted again. She looked at the gap and the soft ground on either side and hollered, "You'll catch me? Promise?"

He verified that he was there for her, but looking at the width of the gap, Paula just didn't think she could simply run at it, leap, and make it. But while she feared the up-in-the-air work of the Squad, Paula knew what she could do on the ground. She doubted that she could simply leap the chasm like a long jumper, but...

She took off running as fast as she could toward Tony, and about 15 feet short of her side of the gap she threw herself into the tumbling moves she performed regularly on the sidelines during games, springing from hands to feet to hands and finally to feet before -- just inches short of the gap -- launching herself high into the air in a double back flip with a tuck. The result was that she rose high enough with enough momentum to clear the gap and land just inches from both the gap and Tony.

He grabbed her in both arms, just as the ground beneath her fashionable yet entirely inappropriate boots fell away. Pamela clutched Tony as well, and once they had moved away from the growing chasm, she smiled to him and laughed.

"WOW....uh...impressive!" he told her.

"All in a day's work," she said, trying not to simply burst out in tears now that she had her own knight in shining armor to help her out of this hell. "Shall we?"

Tony took Pamela's hand and they ran for the tunnel, but while she was in excellent physical shape and while the boots could be tolerated for the moves on the field, they weren't made for the type of running on blacktop pavement that was ahead of them.

The tight end realized this, too, and suddenly Pamela was in his arms and being carried away. Unlike the sports reporter she would see across yet another gap in the ground shortly, Pamela Lyons was no petite little thing. She stood 5'9" without the boots, and her fit, muscular 36C-26-36 frame weighed a solid 144 pounds.

And yet Chris carried her out across the parking lot as easily as if she weighed less than that little thing being hauled away from SoFi by his friend. But he stopped short after forty or fifty yards at the sound of his name. Pamela caught sight of the other man, also carrying his damsel in distress, and listened to them discussing their next steps.

Then she saw what every woman loved to see when they were stressed out: a shoe store! Oh, it was only a booth, of course, but after wriggling from Chris's arms, she was picking out pairs in her size of 7 and smaller pairs for the gal across the gap.

"Here, here, can you get these across?" she asked her escort as she handed out a pair of 5s, 6s, 7s, and 8s one after another. After he'd lobbed them all across, Pamela returned Chris's earlier compliment, ""Wow, impressive!"

Dropping into a metal folding chair, Pamela stripped off her costume boots and donned the running shoes. She peeked across the gap at the other pair, then up at Chris, who was now shirtless. She had the same thoughts about him that he'd had about her earlier: wrong time to be thinking about that.

By the time she was on her feet again, she saw the same look on Chris's face as his friend across the way had. She looked where he was, but didn't understand what she was seeing.

"What? What is it? Chris! Tell me, what's wrong?"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

(OOC: Although this is not per se a sexual role play, the images below are most definitely erotic. Do not open without a bit of privacy.)


February 13, 2022
Eureka, California

The day had begun perfectly for the more than 70,000 fans packing SoFi stadium for Superbowl LVI.

Sure. Whatever. Who gives a fuck?

Laura Wagner couldn't have given a rat's ass about the the weather in Inglewood, California; nor about the Super Bowl itself; nor even about her brother-in-law Tony Stabler's first gig as a color commentator for what was billed the most watched sporting event of all time. (Laura was a soccer player -- football to the world beyond the US's borders -- and she knew the truth was that the World's Cup drew more worldwide fan's than the NFL championship anyway.)

No, who could care about all of that when she was looking at this! Vicki Lloyd was undoubtedly the most beautiful, sexiest woman Laura had ever brought home with her from Wiley's, Eureka's one and only true lesbian lounge.

"You don't have to do that," Laura said as the woman who last night and this morning she'd called magnificent pulled her jeans upwards. "You could take them off again, and we could, you know, go back to bed."

"I thought you had kids to watch," Vicki said, tugging the denim until it was more comfortable around her crotch and tight ass cheeks. "Where are they, by the way?"

Laura turned to look out the window, seeing the deck just outside the window, the ocean in the distance, and playing in the fenced yard in between, her nephew and niece, Tyler and Taylor, playing with a pair of neighbor kids from the family who occupied the duplex's other half.

"They're fine," she said, looking back to Vicki. She smirked as the other woman donned her bra, unfortunately hiding the most wonderful pair of titties Laura had ever had the pleasure of licking, sucking, and nibbling. She said with a devilish tone and smirk, "You are, too. Fine, I mean."

"Yeah, I caught that," Vicki laughed, returning the smile as she searched for her blouse. "I have to go."

"Why can't you stay?" Laura asked with a sad, almost begging tone. "The day's still young, and so are we."

"I have people waiting for me," Vicki reminded her hostess as she dropped into a chair to tie her shoes. "They're probably wondering why I didn't come home last night."

"Probably not," Laura said without realizing how it would sound. When the other woman looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, Laura apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean that. What I meant was..."

She couldn't find a way to explain that since she'd come out as a lesbian, her parents had shown a significantly reduced amount of concern for her. Oh, they loved her: Laura knew that. But they'd been nearly old enough to have been her grandparents when she was born, rather than her parents, and they were from a generation that had a hard time accepting that a woman could lust for or in some cases love another woman like she never could a man.

"You don't have to explain," Vicki told her, standing and moving close, taking Laura in her arms for a soft, slow moving, yet absolutely erotic kiss. When it finished, Vicki said, "I was where you were once. It gets better. Trust me."

Laura flinched and squealed when her one night stand reached up and pinched a bare nipple. Vicki pulled away quickly, laughing, then gathered her coat and purse to leave. She gave the mostly naked Laura another long ogle up and down, telling her, "I enjoyed last night very much. If I ever get to Northern California again, I'd like to call you."

"I'd like that," Laura agreed, feeling her face suddenly explode in a fiery blush. "And if I ever get to...?"

"Billings," Vicki reminded her, clarifying, "Montana."

"I know it's in Montana!" Laura laughed. She rushed over to the other woman for another long, passionate kiss, then playfully pushed her toward the bedroom door, saying, "Get out of here before the kids see you."

Vicki teased, "Oh, I'm sure they know I'm still here. Your little story about that sound they heard being seagulls fighting on the roof--"

"Go!" Laura demanded playfully. Then, obviously reluctant, she said, "Go away. Go home to your family."

Vicki blew a kiss and, as she knew she needed to do, departed. Behind her, Laura opened the window to tell the kids she was going to take a shower. She stressed to the children who, so far, had followed her every instruction as given, "Do not leave the backyard!"

She hopped into the shower and was just finishing up when the house began to shake. Laura knew it was an earthquake, and she wasn't entirely surprised: Northern California had been experiencing a higher number of them over the past few months.

But this was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She quickly donned a pair of sweats, ignoring the need for undergarments, and slipped a pair of deck shoes on her feet. Rushing for the back door, she found Tyler and Taylor and the neighbor kids holding each other's hands and arms while trying to remain on their feet, as if it was some sort of game.

Laura rushed out into the yard just as the neighboring parents did, and collecting their own charges, they simply looked at each other and at their surroundings, wondering what to do. They agreed they should remain out of doors, and over what seemed like hours but was only three or four minutes, they could see families from other duplexes in their portion of the complex emerging to get away from potentially collapsing houses as well.

"Look, mommy![/i]" one of the neighbor kids said, pointing toward the sea shore which was clearly in their view just a bit more than half a mile away.

Laura knew exactly what was happening the moment she saw it: water along the coast was being pulled west, farther out, as an impending tsunami prepared to make it's attack on the shore.

"We gotta go!" Laura said to Tyler and Taylor before repeating it to the neighbors, "We gotta get out of here, inland."

"Follow the tsunami route signs on the road," the mother from next door said, reminding Laura of the paint markings and road signs that now indicated the route to higher ground.

Less than a minute later, Laura had the kids, their coats, and her mutt puppy -- actually named Mutt -- packed into her little beater of a car. She tried to turn the engine over, accomplishing it, only to have the engine die. She looked to the neighbors' driveway just in time to see them shoot out of it with their practically brand new Escalade.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted as she tried to turn the engine over again.

From the back seat, Taylor chastised, "Language, Aunt Laura."

Then, as she looked up and saw a familiar Jeep Wrangler come to a quick stop directly in front of the driveway, Laura called out, "Get out, kids, get out. Unbuckle and get out!"

Her heart leapt with joy as she saw Vicki rushing over to the still silent junker. In haste, they got the kids and mutt transferred to the more reliable vehicle, and as Laura got the other's buckled in, Vicki fired the Jeep off down the road, asking anxiously, "Where do we go?"

Laura directed Vicki, finding the tsunami warning signs, and once they were on the way east and uphill, Laura asked with obvious surprise, "Why are you here? Why aren't you with your family? I don't understand."

Vicki didn't answer right away, instead paying full attention to the roads and the road signs. When Laura pressed for an answer, Vicki only said, "Let's talk about it later, okay? Right now, let's just focus on getting he fuck out of here."

"Language," the warning came from Taylor again, followed by Tyler asking of Vicki, "Who's she, Aunt Laura?"

The two adults looked at each other with questioning expressions, unsure of how to answer. Then, Vicki looked back and with a smile said, "I'm your aunt's friend, and I'd like to be your friend, too, if that's okay."

The kids looked to each other as the adults did, shrugged, and accepted the offer, peppering Vicki with a series of questions one would expect from someone they'd just met.

As Laura was looking back at the kids, she saw it: the tsunami. It had reached the shore, passed rapidly over the sandy beaches, and struck the sea walls made by Man or by Mother Nature. The wave couldn't be contained, though, with dirty, churning, foaming water continuing inland; it bulldozed houses in its path and picked up and rolled vehicles as it they were Matchbook cars being swatted around by an angry child.

"Hurry," Laura said, reaching a hand over to Vicki's thigh to get her attention. "Hurry!"

The driver pushed the gas pedal down harder, but she was already doing double the safe speed limit and feared wrecking if she pushed it too hard. Vicki shot the Jeep around a slow moving car, then crossed over into the oncoming lane to avoid two more that had stopped for God knows what reason.

"Faster!" Laura was again urging her most recent lover, "It's getting closer!"

Suddenly, on a stretch of road that was higher than the surrounding terrain, water rushed by on both sides with a thunderous sound. The waves struck the earth before the speeding jeep just as the hills rose up around them, slamming the vehicle with debris filled water; the soft top, made of denim not too unlike the jeans both adults were wearing, ripped in two or three places, allowing water and the crap being carried in it to flood inside.

Vicki managed to outrun the wave, though, which had met its match with the suddenly rising terrain and was pulling back. Laura unbuckled and turned to the children, both of whom were screaming in panic and fear. She got them calmed for the most part, and after a couple of more miles, the Jeep was pulled over to the side of the road.

"Are you alright?" Laura questioned the children. She checked to see if the debris had harmed them while Vicki got out to open the door and release the good foot or more of water that had invaded the interior. Laura looked to the other woman with concern, asking, "Are you alright?"

Vicki hesitated, contemplating the question, then laughed, long and loud. She looked to the confused trio and said with excitement meant to add levity to the situation, "That was a helluva water ride, wasn't it? Who wants to go again?"

Mutt suddenly jumped from the back to the middle seat, shaking his long haired body and showering everyone once again. And suddenly they were all laughing.

 

[Homerun2611]

Kirsten Leeds and Tony Stabler - Day of the Quake, 15 minutes after

"There!" Kirsten called out, "There? Huh? ... Where?" Tony's eyes had been staring at the impending wave, tsunami, that was about to render their recent and heroic escape from the crumbling state of the art SOFI Stadium, fruitless.

Tony had yelled to run, just as Chris had on the other side of the street, except Chris was at the bottom of a hill, the only hill within reach, Tony had nothing except a grid of streets and small buildings which were about to be completely covered by the 40 to 50 foot wave about to wash over them.

Then he realized what she was pointing at, a cell tower, a 130 foot PCS cell tower. "Do you think it will hold?" He asked as if they had options, but they didn't. "What the fuck? Let's find out." Tony was not optimistic, the tower had to problems. One the basic construction did not create confidence in it sturdiness. Its spindly spiderweb like make-up just felt like it could be easily slapped away. The reality would prove, that the fact the water was not blunted by any significant flat service and allowed the water to easily flow around the various posts and braces, would allow it to withstand the tsunami onslaught.

The second was the electricity contained on the tower and it's metal construction meant if the power plants of the cells got wet or hit the metal they could be instantly electrocuted. Each transmitter required about 5 kw of power to do its transmissions, and looking up at the top of the tower, there were a dozen or so transmitters. All of these facts were interesting, but one you have one chance, no matter how slim, not unlike their use of the elevator, you take it.

Grabbing her hand, his partner now with suitable shoes, they sprinted for the tower. There was only a single ladder, but it went all the way up. "You first..." Tony said and helped Kristin get her footing and begin to climb. "I'm right behind you, don't stop...." He said but as soon as he felt the metal in his hands, he changed his mind, "Stop!" Tony was no idiot. When he was accepted into Stanford he had no idea he would become a pro quarterback, in fact, according to the scouting services he was barely a three start prospect which does not even project as a college starter. So, he had majored in engineering, gone to class and paid attention. "You can't touch the metal with your hands, if this thing sparks you will be thrown loose if not killed. Take something off, and use it so cover your hands as you climb!" They were already about 15 and 18 feet up respectively, and there was not enough time to go down, and figure this out, they needed to improvise!

The water was barreling down on them as the initial crest was just about at shore. They were only a third or even a quarter of the minimum they needed to get to. "Please Kirsten hurry!" It was easier for Tony, he had simply leaned against the ladder and taken off his CBS blazer, putting his hands back into the sleeves. Kirsten made a hard choice, but it was strip or die. And when Tony looked back up, from the angle he was at, he had a perfect view of her choice of lingerie and stockings. When she had chosen her designer dress today, and the undergarments to accompany, she had no doubt put little thought into the idea that any man might be enjoying this particular view.

He would have complemented, if the thought it would be appreciated, but knew it would not. What the dress did do was give her range of movement, and with hands covered and new shoes on, she did an outstanding job of climbing up, with Tony just behind her. By the time the gush of water hit, they were almost 70 feet up, the water crested at 40, but felt like it was at their feet. The power of the water was incredible, and they watched water, garbage, even boats and cars float by. They were lucky, the etiface, took a few glancing blows but no direct hits.

It lasted only seconds, and then it started to recede. "Down, down, follow me down!" They had been lucky the first time, but the recession of the water could be just as strong. and if this didn't hold Tony wanted the fall to be as short as possible. Down they moved, but not quite as quickly as they watched the water pass back out to sea. Standing just a few feet from the couple of feet of water that remained, Tony stuck his foot out and somehow corralled a dingy that was traveling swiftly by.

He looked up, "Come with me, i am going to go try to find my kids up in Eureka. If I can get us to a sailboat I think sailing up there is the safest. I don't trust roads and I can't imagine the Golden Gate hasn't buckled." Kirsten knew that Eureka was 600 miles north, a few days sail. Tony was giving her a chance to come with him, but if she was smart, she would see in his eyes. He was going to go find his children, but whether he do it alone or with her, was her option?

While Tony did hope Kirsten came with, he was also thinking something else. Did this cell tower still work, could he get a signal, and did he have Candy's sister's phone number in his contacts?

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

(OOC: We are operating with an "alternate universe" situation regarding world leaders, so that readers don't find themselves wanting to say "Hey, I don't think the President/Prime Minister/Queen/Governor, etc., would do that.)

The US Capitol Building, Washington D.C.
13 February 2022
Local Time: 2017 hrs (8:17pm)
Pacific Coast time: 1717 hrs (5:17pm)
Universal Time/Date: 0417 hrs/14 February 2022:

It was 33 minutes since the 9.8 magnitude earthquake had struck the Los Angeles area, interrupting the Super Bowl in a way no one outside Hollywood directors and science fiction writers had ever imagined. President "Charlie" Connors had been hosting a group of Paralympic athletes at the White House for a game watching party when the disaster began.

He had begged his guests' forgiveness as he was rushed to the Situation Room. He was there only a few minutes, though, when he was again rushed to the bunker deep beneath the White House. There, he and other prominent or critically important civilians and military personnel began receiving and analyzing information coming in from all over the country, all over the globe, and even from space via dozens of satellites.

His Chairman of the Joint Chief's of Staff had been on the premises for the game, not out of duty but because his daughter, a legally blind, Silver Medal winning Paralympic swimmer, had been invited to the White House for the day. Finally, he called for quiet in the room and gave President Connors the official report of what they knew, what they surely expected, and what they could only presume:

"Mister President, at zero-five-fifty-eight hours UTC ... 7:58pm local time," he began, pausing to catch a breath and clear his throat, "North Korea launched the first of 14 ICBM missiles from its bases in North Pyongan Province at targets in South Korea, Japan, Guam..."

He hesitated again, shocked that he was about to say this: "...Anchorage, Alaska ... and Hawai'i ... presumably Honolulu ... Pearl--"

"These are nuclear missiles, Chief," POTUS said more than asked. "North Korea has launched nukes at us."

"Yes, Mister President," the Chief confirmed. "Those with the shortest traveling distance have already struck their targets."

An Aide handed him a note, which he read, then paraphrased, "Pyeongtaek, Jungwon, Degu, and Gyeryongdae in South Korea, each of which had US-South Korean bases on them. Osan, Gunsan, and Busan ... three more of our bases.

"Yokosuka, Misawa and Tokyo ... Japan, obviously," he continued. "They struck our bomber base in Okinawa."

When the Chief hesitated, looking nervous, POTUS asked, "What? What else?"

"Anchorage, Mister President," he read. Then, looking up, he said, "Our EWS ... Early Warning--"

"I know what the fuck it is, General!" the President cut in. "Where are the rest of the missiles heading? There's more right?"

"EWS is tracking two missiles," the Chief answered. He looked to a tablet that the same Aide held out before him, saying, "The first is on track for the island of Oahu, presumably Pearl Harbor. The second seems to be heading for Seattle."

Connors slowly dropped back into his chair at the head of the table. Almost afraid to hear the answer, he asked, "General ... can we stop these missiles. The Anti-Ballistic Missile Shield we've spent billions on ... tell me it's gonna stop these nukes."

"We have ships at Pearl and in the waters around--"

"Are we going to stop these fucking missiles from hitting us and killing millions of Americans?"

The Chief stiffened, drew and released a breath, then answered the best he could: "The missile heading for Pearl ... maybe, Mister President. Seattle...?"

He only shook his head, unable to speak the words.

POTUS asked, "How long? How long until we know?"

"Minutes, Mister President," the General said. "A handful at the most."

He looked to the tablet still being held out before him, then between a number of military officer, intelligence officials, and civilian White House personnel who were on various forms of communications, keeping abreast of the changing situation.

"While we wait," the President said so softly that you might have thought he was contemplating a dinner order, "I guess we should be reviewing our options for a response."

There was silence in the room for a moment, until Connors gave the Chief a Well? gesture. The General moved to stand closer to POTUS as he set a tablet before him and started speaking about counter attacks.

They were into discussing their fourth significant option when the word came in: the nuke heading for Oahu had exploded in an air burst a dozen miles south of Pearl Harbor. The shock wave had done an as of yet undetermined amount of minor to medium damage to facilities and structures close to the shore, but then there was a major tsunami that swept up onto the shores and into the harbor. Damage was almost certainly going to be significant; lives lost were almost certainly going to be high.

As the people in the bunker were trying to assess the full report, the news had come in about Seattle: it was gone.

Connors stood and walked away from the table to find what little privacy he could in a bunker filled with people. He'd been a Senator from Washington State, and most of his family still lived in the Seattle metro area or to the east in the Tri-Cities area or the city of Spokane, both of which would surely suffer from the radioactive fallout of a nuclear detonation.

He turned back to face the Chief, saying firmly, "Option A-12, General."

There was a good deal of official verification and inputting of finger prints, iris scans, and secret codes. And when it was all done, the essential elimination of North Korean as an operating militaristic and particularly nuclear nation had begun.

 

[Homerun2611]

Chris Taylor and Pamela Lyons - Day of the Quake, 15 minutes later

Chris' plan had been crystal clear at first, his objective simple, getting himself and then the stranded cheerleader out of the stadium, but first mission accomplished, now what? Chris, other than the scantily clad, gorgeous amazon temptress standing next to him, felt completely isolated. His wallet and worse yet, his cell phone were buried inside the massive tomb of death that Sofi stadium was quickly becoming. Of 104,000 in attendance and another couple thousand various people working the event, less than 10,000 would escape, and that included the thirty or so pulled from the rubble, badly hurt over the next week.

He and Tony had looked at each other, and they two needed to go separate ways, but it was what he looked at next that scared him as much as anything, "What? What is it? Chris! Tell me, what's wrong?" Chris' heartbeat that had been up to about 120 as he carried her from the stadium, but had gone back to its normal 75 outside, was now back up in the 120's. "Water...a tsunami..." He reached out his hand, "Run!"

The good news was where Tony had only flatground, behind Chris was a long hill which was filled with restaurants and bars stacked one next to the other. Only minutes ago, all the locations had been packed, but the implosion of the stadium and the tremors and destruction of several of the two and three story structures had sent people scattering. The smart ones had gone up, sadly most had gone down. "Turn around, turn around...." Chris yelled as he and the girl in his hand, were like salmon swimming upstream.

"That's Chris, Chris Taylor, several of the highly inebriated crowd called out, "Look it's Chris, Chris Taylor...Chris what do we do?" They asked as if his ability to catch tough balls, sometimes with only one hand, while getting pummeled gave him any insight. At least he was sober. "Run the fuck up...up and away... a tsunami is coming! Now!" It was crazy to Chris how many people stopped and stared at he and her. Stiff arming and pushing people out of the way, he just pushed higher and higher, until they were near the top of the hill. He saw a small Italian grocery store, the kind of place you bought hand made daily pasta and the best chianti from the old country.

Inside there was an old couple, clearly the long time proprietors. The old couple had considered fleeing, but where would they go, it ended up being the best decision they could make. "I'm Chris Taylor..." The old man nodded, he would learn that they were Antonio and Maria Costello, married 53 years and the daughter of two girls and granparents to one boy, 3, and two twin girls, 6.

"...and this is..." He went to introduce the woman he had just help save her life. "...uh I'm sorry, I don't know your name?" He looked at her both embarrassed and very sad. "This is the safest place we could all be right now..." He was just about to ask for a phone, but even if he did, he was not going to be able to reach Maggie, and the same question was going through his mind. What the fuck do we do now?

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Chris Taylor and Pamela Lyons in Inglewood, California

"Water...a tsunami..." Chris said.

Pamela was frightened more than she'd ever been, until her savior said that: when she was only four years old and, unbelievably, again when she was eight, she'd drowned -- literally drowned, as in lungs full of water, breathing ceased, heart stopped!

The first time she'd been accidentally knocked unconscious by rambunctious boys at a crowded municipal swimming pool and spent almost a full minute face down in the water before anyone realized what was happening. She was given CPR and mouth to mouth and brought back to the land of the living after another couple of minutes.

The second time, she'd been in a car washed away into the river during a flash flood. First responders had reached her in time to repeat the life saving treatment from four years earlier, but they hadn't been able to save either Pamela's mother or sister.

Hearing Chris tell her that a killer wave was on the way sent her into a state of shock. When he reached for her hand and said Run!, she neither heard him nor did as commanded.

For the next couple of minutes, Chris essentially dragged Pamela along behind him. Oh, she was aware enough of her surroundings to remain on her feet and moving as quickly as Chris needed her to. But they reached and entered the little Italian grocery without her having any realization of where they were or that, presumably, they were now safe.

"I'm Chris Taylor ... and this is ... uh I'm sorry, I don't know your name?"

Pamela just stared at the player, silent, wide eyed. She was somewhat aware that he was talking to her, yet she wasn't consciously hearing the words. He said something else, something about being safe, but again, nothing from her.

"Come with me, honey," Maria said in her authentic, Old World accent. She helped Pamela up from the bench seat Chris had put her on, saying, "Let's get you a hot cup of something. Coffee? Tea?"

Glancing back at her husband as if she was about to suggest something he wouldn't approve of, she leaned in closer to the much taller Pamela and whispered, "Maybe something a bit more fun, say, Negroni? Or Campari?"

Pamela looked back at the two men, her eyes still showing that she wasn't quite all there. Then, turning and hurrying back to Chris, she burst out in sobs as she threw her arms around his shirtless torso and buried one side of her face into his chest. She simply cried for a good two or three minutes before a compassionate Maria escorted her into the back of the store for a seat, a warm jacket, and a relaxing drink.

There was no way of telling when she fully regained her awareness or how much time had passed. When the time came, she looked around the back room and saw the damage the business had taken: the shelves were mostly cleared of things that had fallen, and the floor of course was crowded with all that had fallen, much of it broken open bottles, jars, and bags.

The building itself didn't look like it has sustained any damage, but that was only the back room. She couldn't recall anything about the front, where Chris would be a better judge of that. Pamela looked down into the glass from which she was drinking, finding it mostly empty. She sipped again, getting her first conscious taste of the 56 proof drink that was composed of herbs, fruits, and spices and had a bitter, orange taste.

"Eww," she said, before realizing that she'd been drinking the traditional Italian drink for some time. She sipped again, looked to Maria, and said with a laugh, "It's an acquired taste, I guess."

They chatted for quite sometime, with Pamela able to see Chris out in the front of the store speaking to Antonio. She owed her life to him, and she was already telling herself she could never show him the appreciation he deserved. The shop owner had found him something to replace his missing jersey, yet Pamela could remember how magnificent he'd looked without it on.

Maybe there is a way to show your appreciation, she thought to herself, blushing as she also thought, Jesus! You almost died today and you're thinking about fucking him? Wow.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler

"Do you think it will hold?" Tony asked when he realized that Kirstin was suggesting they climb the nearby cell phone tower. When she only shrugged, he said, "What the fuck? Let's find out."

Again, he snatched her hand and they took off running, arriving at the tower and beginning the climb. Then he suddenly hollered for her to stop and told her she needed to insulate her hands. "Take something off, and use it so cover your hands as you climb!"

"Take something off?" Kirstin exclaimed. She actually looked down at the black dress she was wearing, to draw Tony's attention to it, saying incredulously, "Like I'm wearing an awful lot that I can take off, right?"

Tony explained more about his reasoning, and -- looking down from her height already -- she chastised, "You couldn't have thought about this when we were the fuck down there?"

Kirstin was about to tell him to descend and find her something to wrap her hands with, but looking off to the southeast, she could see the massive wave already on land and coming at them at an unbelievable speed. Carefully shifting her feet to stand with her back to the tower ladder, she took hold of her dress and began working it up her body, inch by inch.

"Please Kirsten hurry!"

"I can't fucking believe I'm doing this," she mumbled, as much to herself as to Tony. The dress cleared her waist, but before she pulled it up over her head, she glared down at Tony and said with a bit of humor, "I don't usually do this for men until I've eaten at least three very expensive dinners as very exclusive restaurants."

Kirstin pulled the dress up over her head, revealing the very sexy and very lacy bra and panty set gracing her delicious form. Again, she glared down at Tony.

"You're gonna owe me one helluva good handful of meals, Tony, if we survive this," she growled, trying but failing to completely hide her smile. She managed to turn back around again, rolled the dress lengthwise, and wrapped it around her hands as if it were a cloth garrote and she was out to strangle someone with it. She gave Tony one last glance and ordered, "Eyes level, mister! If I catch you looking up at my ass or anything else, I'll kick you off'a this thing."

She hurried as instructed, finding using her feet a lot easier than her hands. But they managed to gain enough height that the water rushing beneath them only spit up a bit of foam and spray but never threatened them with serious harm. The view was simply incredible, reminding Kirstin of the Japanese tsunami years earlier that had washed away entire lots of cars, greenhouses, and so much more.

And, of course, there was the nuclear reactor that exploded. She looked up and down where the coastline used to be and wondered where the San Onofre nuclear power station was located. She thought it was in the LA basin, but it could have been south toward San Diego; and she wasn't even sure it was still an operating plant, though, she'd watched a documentary that had said the plant's pools of spent reactor fuel would remain in place for decades to come.

With the wind and mist striking her nearly nude body, Kirstin had begun shivering and was on the verge of a serious, deep seated tremble. The water passed by them, reached its terminal point or whatever scientists called it, and receded toward the ocean again.

What remained behind was an absolute horror. Between them and the coast, almost every structure was now unrecognizable. Those that hadn't been destroyed by the unprecedented earthquake had instead been slammed and destroyed by the monster wave. And all of that debris was scattered now, all gray and brown from the mix of soil, sand, and manmade products.

And then there were the bodies. Kirstin hadn't initially noticed them amongst the debris, but soon it was impossible not to see them every where. She clung to the tower ladder, closing her eyes after a bit, not wanting to see anymore.

But then Tony was calling up to her as he himself descended, "Down, down, follow me down!"

"There's still water!" she objected, not knowing just how deep the remaining surge was. "We should wait until it goes away, totally."

But he was already at the bottom of the tower or at what counted for the bottom seeing how there was still two or three or ten feet of nastiness still moving about them. Miraculously, Tony caught a small boat as it passed right under the tower, and as he pulled it in and jumped aboard, he told her about his kids being in Eureka, which Kirstin thought she remembered being up north somewhere, maybe in Oregon.

"If I can get us to a sailboat," he continued as she finally began climbing down, "I think sailing up there is the safest. I don't trust roads and I can't imagine the Golden Gate hasn't buckled."

"You're crazy!" she told him as she reached him and carefully climbed in with him. She wasted no time slipping her now dirty and damaged dress over her head, continuing, "You're going to go out on that?"

She gestured to the sea, adding, "After it just tried to kill you?"

But he explained the reasons with more detail: there was no way of knowing whether the highways and bridges were still intact, but the sea was the sea and it didn't fall down or crack into chasms.

"I don't know if you know this," Kirstin said as she smoothed her dress around her curves and tried to forget that she'd just flashed them all to this man who she only knew from her interview of him, "but I'm from Seattle. I'll go with you north, and I'll do what ever I can to try to help you find your kids, on one condition. After we find them, you help me find a way to get to Seattle. You don't have to go with me. Just ... help me find a way there."

She stuck her dirty hand out to him, asking, "Deal?"

Kirstin didn't know whether Tony would agree, and if he did, she didn't know whether he would keep his promise. There was something else she didn't know either: in less than half an hour, Seattle would be gone, destroyed by a North Korean nuclear ICBM.

 

[Homerun2611]

Chris Taylor and Pamela Lyons - Day of the Quake, Inglewood CA

As Chris pulled Pamela up the hill she followed, but when he looked back, trying to talk to her, he knew he wasn't registering. She was moving, thank God she was such a good athlete, as they scaled the critical rise, nearly a quarter mile and 25 degree grade, in under a minute. "Good job!" He said but again, nothing came back in response. Now that they were here, what next, but at least they were safe as Chris looked back down and saw the street and cars they had been next to mere moments before, now being washed under by 30-40 feet high of rushing water.

"I hope you made it Tony!" He said to himself, not knowing when or if he might know the answer. Pamela had a death grip on his hand, but that was okay, who could blame her, but where could he take her? Most of the street was bars, what once had been rows of townhouses had been replaced as developers came in and paid 4x what any of the landholders had ever expected. Everyone had sold out, 47 of 48 parcels of land. One had held out, not because they were negotiating, but because this was their life's work, Alimentari Prodotti Tipici.

"Jesus Christ, how much does the stupid old dego want?" The young, and clearly racist LA real estate developer asked as they had just gotten back a firm no, despite offering the last holdout, more than double what his neighbors had agreed to faster than you imagine. They would learn, there was no price for the man's integrity or legacy. So it was that little, old fashioned Italian grocery that Chris spotted and took Pamela inside. He liked the old couple before he even talked to him, they reminded him of his own grandparents, and he showed them the respect elders deserved.

He had learned their names, Maria and Antonio, even getting a kiss from Maria on the cheek as she looked him up and down. "Bel gladiatore e bellissima principessa, no?" Antonio would later tell him, while laughing that his wife had referred to them a a handsome gladiator and beautiful princess. She had smiled and then, when Pamela had not been able to answer Chris' simple question of her own identity taken her to the back.

Both Maria and Antonio spoke english, but despite having lived in the US over 60 years, Italian was still there native tongue. Two very different conversations were about to take place between the men and the women. "We have lost electricity, and I am afraid..." Antonio spoke to Chris like a friend, for he had no option. "There is no where to go for a bit, the WHOOSH..." He motioned his hand to indicate the tsunami that was playing out beneath and all around the high ground where they stood. "...you need a place to stay? You help me...we help you...both?" Again he raised his hand and indicated Pamela in the back. "She your woman?" He asked, and Chris only smiled and shook his head no. "Why not?" The man asked, indicative of the stunning beauty he had come in with and he had just watched collapse crying into his arms.

Chris would come to find out upon further conversation that Antonio expected looting to begin shortly, a fair assumption, and Chris, the gladiator might be able to help him withstand that assault. "We are from sicily, I have guns, WE have guns!" Chris understood and was impressed how well the older man seemed to be anticipating the marshall state that was likely to play out over the next few days until some type of normalcy could come back, if it ever did?

Both back in her native land, and for the last many decades, Maria had played an important role, she had been a matchmaker arranging marriages from old world families. It came as naturally to her as making her own sausages or spinning her own pasta. So once she had gotten Pamela something to drink and brought her back to reality, she peeked out front and looked at Chris. "He not know your name?" She looked with crooked brow, "But he nice, no?" She motioned her hands to imply big shoulders and strong muscles, her quaint way of complementing the handsome piece of beefcake out front. "You like him?"

She was sweet, nosy, but sweet, and with her age, she could ask these types of questions. "And you...your beautiful!" And now she used her hands to reflect her statuesque, hourglass figure. "The two of you would be beautiful together, no?..." She took her hands and spread them only to weave her hands together and then clasp her hands tight. "You, he, make beautiful babies...I know these things!" Her old eyes just twinkled. "Let Maria and Antonio help!" And now she grinned from ear to ear and leaned over to give the beautiful cheerleader and soft kiss on the cheek.

They heard the conversation taking place between Chris and Antonio, "You be our guest, stay..." And then she went to help Pamela up, "I think it time he learned your name!...Come with Maria...come."

 

[Homerun2611]

Kirsten Leeds and Tony Stabler, Fifteen Minutes after Quake three blocks from Sofi

Tony couldn't help but like her, she was smart, pretty, more than pretty, the exact type of woman he was most attracted too, or used to be most attracted to, before he met Candice. So the fact that they naturally exchanged quips, bordering on flirtatious, even though all hell was breaking loose all around them, simply felt natural.

Tony hadn't really thought of the dilemma Kirsten would face in insulating her hands but it soon became obvious, as she stripped off her dress. And despite her warnings not to, he did look up, watched ever delicious inch of her, not to be a pervert, but because he had to make sure she was okay, and be ready to move just as soon as she did. He did laugh at her ability to find humor despite the terror, "I don't usually do this for men until I've eaten at least three very expensive dinners as very exclusive restaurants."

He returned the witty repartee, despite climbing for his life, looking up as he watched the lace grip and crawl up inside her gorgeous ass, as she flexed and moved her lean, toned legs. "Yeah, but how many guys take you out for this kind of view on a first date...and I'm thinking great restaurants may be hard to find, but okay if I owe you?" He even chuckled at his use fo view, for from this angle most of his view was her backside and legs which were spectacular!

The rest going up, holding on, and going back down went fast and slow, as they had ring side seats to some of the greatest horror imaginable! But getting in the dingy, Kirsten offered a deal. "I don't know if you know this," Kirstin said as she smoothed her dress around her curves and tried to forget that she'd just flashed them all to this man who she only knew from her interview of him, "but I'm from Seattle. I'll go with you north, and I'll do what ever I can to try to help you find your kids, on one condition. After we find them, you help me find a way to get to Seattle. You don't have to go with me. Just ... help me find a way there."

When she asked if that was a deal, Tony took her hand. "Of course!" He wanted the company, her company, and it had nothing to do with the fact he assumed his wife was dead. "We need to get some thing first if we are going to have any chance...water, provisions, guns!" He assumed that the first part of his list was intuitive, but the last, scary. "Kristen, we might as well realize that people, at least some people are going to act like animals, and we are going to have to defend ourselves. I wish our witty personalities would be enough, but... I need you to agree, it won't be. I promise to do everything I can to protect you, but I need to make sure you are on board?"

There was a Cabela's super store, which since they had a boat, they might be one of the first to be able to access, Tony pointed in the direction it was on the way to the marina where he hoped to steal a boat. This was such a new world, but he knew they needed to act fast, get what they needed, and get the hell out of Dodge. But as the paddled away toward the Cabella's Tony did as Chris had not so long ago also done, and said a brief prayer for his friend, and then another prayer for his wife, his children and lastly for them!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Pamela Lyons and Chris Taylor

Maria pointed out the lack of familiarity situation, "He not know your name?"

Pamela chuckled and blushed. "Yeah, I, um ... I guess I was messed up. My name is Pamela, by the way."

The old Sicilian went on about the NFL player, specifically about the physique that had been bare from the waist up upon arrival at the market, "But he nice, no?"

Pamela couldn't help but blush, realizing she'd been staring earlier. "Yes, he's a nice looking man."

"You like him?"

Looking out at Chris again as the two men talked, Pamela playfully shrugged, saying with feigned apathy, "He's alright."

They laughed together. Maria said, "And you...your beautiful! The two of you would be beautiful together, no?"

Pamela blushed, then laughed in embarrassment as the skilled match maker began talking about Pamela and Chris making beautiful babies together.

"I think his wife might have a problem with that," Pamela responded, pointing out what Maria couldn't know about Chris but which she knew because she studied the players' bios as a hobby. "Chris Taylor is married with children, a regular Al Bundy."

Maria looked confused. "This ... Al Bundy, he is on Chief team, too?"

Pamela laughed, explained about one of her favorite sitcom characters, and repeated her point, "Chris is married."

Maria moved closer, took Pamela's face softly but meaningful in her hands, looked her directly in the eyes with a serious expression, and spoke aloud what Pamela and Chris both had thought about independently at some point since all of this had begun: "Maybe not married anymore, no?"

The thought made Pamela's stomach roll anxiously, and she diverted her eyes as she feared they might well with tears. She'd only met Margaret Taylor one time, at a team event supporting Kansas City charities, but Pamela had thought at the time that if Maggie hadn't become such a reserved and private person after her online infamy, the two of them might have become friends.

"You be our guest, stay..." Maria began her invitation, urging Pamela to her feet and out toward the store's public area. "I think it time he learned your name!...Come with Maria...come."

They interrupted the conversation between the two men, with the cheer leader offering out her hand, introducing herself, "Hi, I'm Pamela. Pamela Lyons. And you are...?"

She smiled and laughed at the question, knowing full well who Chris was, of course. He responded as he thought appropriate, followed by Antonio doing the same. Antonio spoke to his wife in Italian, and Maria had wandered off to behind the register counter as Pamela thanked the husband half of the pair their generosity.

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela & Chris, February 13, 2022 Inglewood, CA - Just past sundown, 7:30 PM Pacific

Chris could see that there were certain benefits in finding a place they could be safe, and figure out what was happening in teh world before heading out. Antonio was right, electricity was out, but little did he know that not only was that true in California but in Washington, Oregon, Nevada, and most of Mexico.

And with that loss, also came the loss of any sense of communication other than the old transistor radios able to pick up AM signals. Fortunately Antonio had such a radio, battery operated of course, vintage 1974. They built a small fire in the back parking stalls, and using charcoal, Chris cooked up some sausages, hand stuffed by Maria. They also had red wine, lots of it, and water, so given the circumstances it was a feast fit for a king.

Afterward they huddled around the radio and it was there they came to learn that not only had much of the globe been rattled by historic levels of earthquakes, but apparently, in the middle of the havoc, they had become engaged in thermonuclear war. The news about Seattle, left them all in hushed silence for almost five minutes until Pamela saw the tears on Chris' cheek. They locked eyes, and he didn't make her ask. "My kid sister lived there, her husband worked for Microsoft and they had a little boy and girl."

It was poignant that he used the past tense, as even if they survived he didn't want them to suffer the after effects of nuclear contamination. Not long after they ate, Maria disappeared, and when she came back, she was smiling. "We only have a single guestroom, but a nice queen size bed."

Chris looked at Pamela, "If you don't mind, I don't ...in fact, I gotta say, it would be nice to have somebody to hold tonight, you know?"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler

"Of course!" Tony said, agreeing to Kirstin's request that he help her find a way to Seattle after she helped him find his kids in Eureka. "We need to get some thing first if we are going to have any chance...water, provisions, guns!"

She listened to his explanation of how things might get ugly, and trying to confirm that she understood his concerns, she quipped, "Yeah, I think I saw that movie. You lead the way, boss. I'll follow."

Neither of them could know what was truly ahead of them, of course. Millions had died today, and tens of millions were injured, homeless, desperate, and more.

Although neither of them knew it, Tony had been on the phone with his wife, Candy, when Mount Shasta's child had exploded, showering Weed with ash and debris. It might be hours, days, or even weeks before Tony knew what had happened up north. No one could know if communication would return soon, if at all.

And, of course, the news farther north of Mount Shasta was horrific as well. Much of Western Oregon, which Kirstin would have to travel through to get to Seattle, was still being hit by significant earthquakes, some of which might cause tsunamis. And, of course, Seattle itself was gone, destroyed by a North Korean missile. Again, though, Kirstin might not learn of that for days or weeks or even months, depending on what was to come for her in the near and far future.

The water left behind by the tsunami that had swamped much of the Los Angeles basin was hard for them to navigate through. In places, it was still rushing back out toward the lower lying sea, but in others, the terrain and still standing buildings around which it was flowing caused currents that went inland or static pools that went no where at all.

The only consistency was the debris that seemed to cover every inch of the surface. They were constantly running into objects, from cars to telephone poles to downed power and communications lines. The trek to the Cabela's Tony had spoken of was taking forever.

And nightfall was coming, too. When they finally sighted Tony's destination, Kirstin asked with growing concern, "Can we get there before it gets dark. I don't think we want to be out here in the dark."

But was there any where else that they could go? They weren't very far from a rise of land, which seemed to have some intact houses and what might have been a store. How ironic it was that Tony didn't know his friend, Chris, was in the little market with his own damsel in distress, a lack of knowledge Kirstin shared with her escort.

"There, or there," she told Tony, pointing to the hill and then to the store. "I trust you. You're the Captain of this here ship."

Kirstin smiled, trying to instill in him a feeling that she was trusting her with his life.

She was.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Pamela Lyons & Chris Taylor,

Antonio's vintage 1974 battery operated AM radio wasn't the only antique the Sicilian couple brought out. The men had spoken about the fear of looting, once the water subsided and the store was again open to a larger portion of the surviving public. Antonio and Maria chatted in Italian a bit before going to their little hidey holes and pulling out a number of firearms, all of them looking as if they dated back to World War II or even older!

"What's that?" Pamela exclaimed as she saw the little Sicilian woman bringing out a very unique shotgun.

Maria held up the very illegal shotgun, smiled, and said, "Mad Max."

Antonia took the weapon from her, laughing at her as he said something in Italian that Pamela assumed was his telling her she'd hurt herself trying to use the powerful 12 gauge shotgun.

As the two men spoke more about the specific weapons and other security measures available to them, Maria took Pamela to the back room and retrieved yet another gun from a hiding place. The older woman handed the younger one a small, five shot, .38 Special, telling her, "Fits in pocket. No one see unless you want them see. You know how use?"

Pamela nodded. "My father taught me when I was little."

With security handled, they moved on to other issues, most prominently the lack of electricity. Maria's main concerns were the freezer, refrigerator, and the pop, beer, and milk coolers.

"The beer and soft drinks'll be fine," Pamela said, not telling Maria anything she didn't already know. "But the milk products, the meat ... we need to either process that all into something that will keep or we need to sell it, trade it for something non-perishable."

Over a dinner of sausages, wine, and more, the four of them talked about options for the store and its contents now that there was no power. Antonio and Maria had come from the Old Country, where they hadn't even had electricity for several of the first years of their marriage; they had great ideas for how to get along without it, even in this New World where so much of their lives was driven by the access to power.

Pamela found a seat close to Chris when they settled down to listen to the news. It wasn't good: it seemed as thought no place around the Pacific Ocean had been spared from Mother Nature's wrath, and the report that Seattle was now a radioactive wasteland was simply unbelievable.

"My kid sister lived there," Chris said, his used of a past tense verb not missed by Pamela. "Her husband worked for Microsoft and they had a little boy and girl."

"I'm sorry, Chris," she said, moving closer to wrap an arm around his waist and give him a hug before moving mostly away from him again. "There's always a chance, isn't there...? Maybe they weren't home. It's Super Bowl Sunday. Maybe they were out of town, at friends or family?"

Chris's response told Pamela that that wasn't likely true. They spent another hour or so just listening to the news:

• The US Military, under orders from the President, had struck back at North Korea with what was being described as overwhelming and appropriate force. Although the military was being rather hush hush officially, Pentagon insiders had anonymously reported that there were no significant North Korean military facilities -- none! -- left intact.
• Tsunamis from the dozens of major earthquakes around the world had washed away cities all about Pacific Ocean's boundaries and as far away as Africa -- both sides -- Western Europe, and even up into the Mediterranean. Australian cities on the coast had been devastated, as had Bangladesh, the Maldives, and more.
• There were reports that both Russia and China had warmed up their own nuclear arsenals but that so far, neither of them had lit the fuse. Both countries had also fully mobilized their armed forces, but that could be expected as every country around the world -- including the US -- was doing so.
• A major volcanic eruption in Iceland had killed tens of thousands and was still killing more, even as its ash cloud had closed down air transportation across Europe. There were reports that Scotland and parts of England and Denmark were expected to get ash measuring in the feet, not inches, over the weeks to come.
• And, of course, panic looting was taking place all up and down the West Coast. What was shocking and disappointing to Pamela, though, was that in a large cities all across the US that were not being affected by Mother Nature's wrath, looting and violence was happening there, too, as people -- the poor, minorities, the simply angry masses -- took the opportunity to make their feelings known or simply profit from the mayhem.
• And of course, on a more personal note, the LA-based reporter operating out of the last fully functional radio station in the metro area spoke of what had happened here in LA, including naming some of the skyscrapers that had been destroyed by the earthquake-tsunami combination. He hadn't named the building in which Chris's wife, Margaret, had been watching the game. The building had only partially collapsed, and Maggie had survived, but neither of them knew that.

"It's not right," Pamela said in response to the report on the looting. "Why in the world do people destroy their own neighborhoods to express their feelings? It's bad enough destroying the neighborhoods of others, but to burn and rob your own neighborhoods, your own people."

With the security gates securing the store and Antonio staying up to keep an eye out, Pamela and Chris made their way to the tiny guestroom the Sicilian couple had generously given them. Maria had given Pamela an elbow in the ribs and a wink as she explained, "There's only one bed."

"You're terrible," the younger woman whispered to the older.

Once in the room, staring at the sleeping situation, Chris told Pamela, "If you don't mind, I don't ...in fact, I gotta say, it would be nice to have somebody to hold tonight, you know?"

"Yes, I know," was all she responded. "I think I'd like that, too."

Maria had provided Pamela with a cotton nightie, not really a negligee as it wasn't sheer or lacy in anyway but was still more than she typically slept in. She slipped into the bedding and moved over to lay against Chris's side, putting her face on his chest.

"I'm sorry about your wife, about you not being able to get in touch with her," she said softly, feeling as though she needed to remind the man who she was sleeping with that he was legally still married. "I'm sure she's fine, though. The guy on the radio didn't say anything about her building. Soon as we can, we'll find out. I'm sure we'll find her alive and safe."

Feeling the muscular man against her and knowing what it would be like to be his woman in place of his wife, though, caused Pamela to instinctively think to herself Or maybe not. She knew it was wrong to even imagine such a thing. But this was a new and harsh world. Chris might come to need Pamela, just as much as she wanted him.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Margaret Taylor

February 13, 2022 -- Super Bowl Sunday
Downtown Los Angeles, California
The night of the World Quake

Maggie had slipped into unconsciousness at some point, overwhelmed with all that was happening. She'd returned to the bathtub of one of the bathrooms in the luxury penthouse suite in which she'd been watching the game and then what seemed like the end of the world.

The front side of the hotel was gone, and sitting up now and looking out into the darkness, the only light came from the moon, a very small number of lights from emergency generators, and dozens of fires, both small and massive in size.

The majority of what she was looking at was nothing more than darkness. Many parts of Los Angeles were still under water, from inches to several feet, and in the darkness those places were almost as black as the sky.

Maggie suddenly realized that she could hear someone crying. She crawled out of the tub, and under the light of the moon, moved as close to the edge of the collapsed floor as she thought safe.

"Who's there?" she called out, waiting for a response. When the crying seemed to lessen but no answer came, she called out, "I can here you! Where are you? Are you okay?"

A moment later, a child's voice called out, "I'm down here."

Maggie laid flat on her belly and stuck her head out over the lip of the floor. Below her, she found a young girl she remembered as one of the other Super Bowl watch party's guests. The girl was curled up in a fetal position in a corner two stories down, with barely enough floor beneath her to keep her from falling dozens of floors to her death.

They exchanged names -- the girl was named Zinnia, believe it or not -- and Maggie promised her, "I'm going to find a way down to you. You just stay right where you are, you hear me?"

It would take Maggie almost an hour to reach the girl. The bathroom had been isolated by the collapse from any doorways to the hallway, so another route had had to be found. She used and exposed pipe to shimmy down one floor, then broke through the drywall of that floor with baseball bat she found amongst that apartment's sporting goods in his closet. After that, it was just getting to the stairs to descend another floor, but that was made difficult by the fact that the building's emergency generator was sending power up through the building and there were exposed wires everywhere, some of them in puddles of water from the broken systems.

"Gimme your hand, honey," Maggie said when she finally got there. Reaching out from the destroyed room in which she was standing to the tiny remains of the room in which Zinnia was hiding, she said, "Trust me. I won't let you fall."

The girl stood, snatched the offered hand, and swung safely into Maggie's arms. They simply clutched each other for the longest time as Zinnia sobbed and Maggie looked out onto the city, wondering whether there was any chance that Chris had survived. She doubted that her husband could have escaped the collapsing stadium, despite it being practically brand new and built to withstand major earthquakes.

"C'mon, let's find a better place to wait," Maggie said, turning the girl for the room's door.

"Wait for what?" Zinnia asked.

"For rescue, of course," Maggie said, having confidence that someone would come looking for survivors soon.

They weren't.

They found a condo on the far side of the residential hotel that was still intact for the most part. Maggie found clean, warm clothes for Zinnia, then found them cold cereal, milk, juice, fruits, and more. They were both starving and ate eagerly. Finally, Maggie put the 12 year old into bed and, on the girl's pleas, slipped in with her. They were exhausted and were both sound asleep in less than a minute.

Maggie found it strange that despite the world coming apart around her, in this intact room nothing seemed amiss.

 

[Homerun2611]

February 13, 2022 - Lake Oswego Oregon, 8:15 PM

Jamie Olyphant hat hit a new personal low earlier that afternoon, even for him, a man with more lows than Death Valley. He had sucked a man’s cock, a disgusting, smelly man, but it wouldn’t have been a fuck of a lot better if it had been Brad Pitt. You see, Jamie wasn’t gay, nor bi, in fact he was a raging heterosexual. He had been sucking the cock for money, to cover a debt, or more precisely the juice on a bet, there would be more payment required shortly and Jamie had no more ability to cover those than he had this. The man had made it clear, this time he could suck him, but next time, he had to start paying off the principal and that was going to take his ass, and mouth, and hands as he would need to be the fucker he was sucking off then, and all of his syndicate which Jamie owed 5 large!

It was going to be halftime in about 5 minutes and the prick was horny, or at least his prick was. He had come up and put his hand on Jamie’s shoulder as he watched him draw on 16 with the dealer showing an ace face up. He really had no choice, and this was his last $200, but win this and he had $400, double down again and he wold have enough to cover this payment, the interest of the loan shark interest, and then another week to score enough to either pay $1,000 or the whole thing, or…end up like this. The dealer flipped him not an ace, 2, 3,4 or 5, what he needed, but a 6, a fucking 6, and he was bust. He cringed at the sound of the man’s voice in his ear, “time to pay up pretty boy, come with me!”

Jamie hadn’t known what was going to happen, maybe have few fingers broken, or even cut off, but as the guy took him out to his two year old caddy with tinted windows he had an idea. The guy opened the door and pushed him in the driver’s side, and by the time he walked around he already had his 52 inch pants unbuckled, and his stubby little cock out and twitchingly ready..Jamie was doing his best not to throw up, holding his breath while taking the asshole’s cock in his hand. “Your mouth, suck my fucking cock and like it…swallow you prick!”

Jamie was doing his best when his prayers were answered, not that God was listening. The quake, shook the foundations fo the parking garage, so hard that it pushed the asshole forward and knocked the .45 out of his pocked and almost hit Jamie on the nose. Jamie was quick though, grabbing it before the man knew what happened, and putting a bullet through his chest. He opened the door, and grabbed the guys keys from his pocket before pushing his blood soaked chest out the door onto the crumbling floor. He fell face down, and on his hard on. Jamie reached out, grabbed the guys wallet from his back pocket, hit the ignition and pulled out of the garage only moments before it crumbled. He knew where he was going, his brother’s only about fifteen miles, on the lake. He hated the mother fucker but, as he turned on the radio he realized the whole west coast was imploding, and at least he lived out in a pretty spartan area with a nice new home and plenty of food and a fresh water lake with fish.

As he drove he was smacking his lips, trying to get the nasty taste of dick out of his mouth. While stil driving he found some chew in the cup holder, that would do, a pinch of Skoal could get rid of anything. When he pulled up his brother’s gravel road he was bummed ot see his brother was there. But when he walked in the house and it was dark he made it back to the bedroom to find the two girls asleep, and naked in each other’s arms, the only light coming from the moon outside, casting a sexy bluish haze over their sexy, intertwined bodies.

“What do we have here?” He called out loud enough to walk them. “Where’ my brother, or did you kill him or rob him?” He quickly added, “I mean I don’t care if you did, he’s and asshole! Just curious?” It was dark as shit, “You guys know this place has a generator, natural gas, a good one! Let me go turn it on, and then, why don’t we get to know each other?” Jamie was smiling as he walked out, he and they may have been three of the only people in the entire state who were in a better spot now than they had been before the earthquake hit. It was the beginning of a unique, partnership!

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Suzie Vitalis and Della Aetos, with Jamie Olyphant

Suzie and Della were out cold after an energetic hour of very satisfying sex. They awoke almost simultaneously to a dark figure standing at the end of the king sized bed, asking, “What do we have here?”

Neither of them bothered to cover their bosoms as they sat up in surprise, though, Suzie did lay an arm across her A-Cup breasts to hide her nipples and Della did finally pull the blanket up to hide her slightly larger B-cups. Suzie challenged the man, "Who the fuck are you?"

They'd looked around the house upon arriving, and had found absolutely no indications that there was anyone else living here. The man answered the question by asking, "Where’s my brother, or did you kill him or rob him?”

Suzie started to answer, but Della elbowed her, fearing she would tell the truth. The man continued, “I mean, I don’t care if you did, he’s and asshole! Just curious?”

Della took charge, sticking close to the truth without speaking of money: "He picked up at a bar and brought us home for some fun. Last night. But he left this morning to get beer and dope and never came back."

It was too dark in the room to know from his reaction whether or not he believed her, and right on cue he said, “You guys know this place has a generator, natural gas, a good one! Let me go turn it on, and then, why don’t we get to know each other?”

They didn't move until he was out of the room, at which time they both leaped out and began dressing as they whispered back an forth about what they were going to do. The conclusion was that they really had no where else to go, and if the man was going to rape or kill them, he certainly wouldn't have gone out behind the house to the shed to fire up a generator first.

A couple of minutes later, the lights came up. They were standing in the very impressive kitchen now, with Suzie behind the dining table hiding a butcher knife behind her while Della stood behind the kitchen island with an aluminum softball bat.

His caution when he came back in through the dining room's sliding glass door was expected, and the three of them spent a long moment just staring at each other in silence. The girls couldn't see a gun on him -- maybe in the back of his belt or under his shirt? -- but then only 1 in 16 Oregonians had concealed carry permits and most of them didn't carry 24/7 anyway. Of course, it never occured to either of them that the man might have just today stolen a gun from another guy.

"I'm Suzie," the 20 year old said, looking for something to break the tension. She figured for some reason that if he knew their names, he might be less likely to rape and kill them, or kill them and rape them, or rape them, kill them, and rape them again. "Suzie Vitalis. It's Greek. I'm Greek."

Her friend gave her a sharp glance, grumbling, "I don't think he cares that you're Greek, dummy. And why are you telling him out names anyway?"

Suzie shrugged, then chuckled. "Well, he saw my tits, so ... I thought maybe if a name went with them."

The 22 year old grumbled something neither of them could understand, followed by Suzie continuing, "That's Della. Della Aetos."

"Really?" Della challenged.

But Suzie just went on, "She's Greek, too. We're both Greek. On our fathers' sides, anyway. They were cousins back in--"

"Jesus, girl, stop already."

Suzie went silent a moment, but with her mind going back to the whole rape-murder-rape situation, she asked, "What's your name?"

 

[Homerun2611]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler

Tony was working his ass off trying to navigate through the water, which in most areas was more like sludge. He had been able to pick up a few pieces of branches, and then fragments of plywood to use as oars, a bit like a gondolier would in old world Venice. He looked up in the direction Kirsten pointed, and it was tempting. If he had known he could regroup with Chris, it would have been a no brainer but it wasn’t that easy.

“Listen I know this is hard, and I want to quit too, but I think we are in a race against time. Once the water starts to drop, any of these stores are going to be ransacked and looted completely. We my only have an hour or two, hell, it may already be too late?”

He knew Cabella’s was close, but could not remember the exact location. He would have killed to be able to access google maps, like he would have earlier that morning. However they only went another hundred yards, and with Tony completely exhausted he looked up and saw it, or at least part of it. “Look!” He called out, and was not surprised she didn’t see it initially. Cabella’s has a massive two story facade and he had been looking for a huge building. However, the Cabella’s in Inglewood was apparently in a very small strip mall, buried down at the bottom of a small hill. Water had rushed in, and now, all you could see was the type half of the second story and the first three letters, C A B, of their sign. “This is good news, no one will be there, they can’t, without a boat!”

And from what Tony could see they were the only ones in a boat looking for this particular port. As luck would have it, there were only two retailers, Cabella’s and Binny’s, a liquor wholesaler, sharing this space. Each equallly unattainable, except by them. “They are going to have everything we need, and I don’t know about you, but a drink right now sounds really good too!”

This discovery of land, not unlike the earthy Spanish and Portuguese explorers, reinvigorated Tony, and he made haste to dock their boat just outside one of the upper level windows and used the makeshift oar to break in. Without any electricity there were no alarms and he was able to help Kirsten up and in where she had to drop about six feet down to the floor. Next he reached up and did a chin up to pull his own body up and through the opening, also to then tumble to the ground.

Once inside they had the entire place to themselves. The store had been locked tight for the Super Bowl, their lot more useful as a parking lot, charging $200 per easy out spot. The doors had been locked tight, and the new construction had held. They had their walk of the place, but leaving was not an option, other than through the same second story escape hatch they had used to enter.

Tony looked over at Kirsten, “Welcome home! Shall we go do a little shopping? I hear the prices are great…FREE!” He laughed and reached out his hand to her…

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Kirstin Leeds and Tony Stabler at Cabela's

Tony made sense about wanting to reach Cabella’s. That is, if it hadn't fallen over or been washed away or both! Kirstin was pleasantly surprised or even shocked, then, when they not only found the building intact but got in and found it seemingly dry, even nearly 20 feet below the current water line.

“Welcome home!” Tony said once they'd left the back room and were in the second floor sales area. “Shall we go do a little shopping? I hear the prices are great…FREE!”

Kirstin hesitated a moment, thinking Doesn't that make us looters? But as they walked about and she realized that they'd only be taking a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of what the store had to offer, she asked, "Where's the Ladies Apparel Department? I need some more appropriate clothes. But first, where do we get some of those battery operated lamps?"

The found what they needed to navigated the store safely, and Kirstin spent the next couple of hours gathering clothing she'd never before imagined wearing. She had never been an outdoors kind of girl, never having been a Brownie or Girl Scout, never having gone to outdoor school, never having camped with her parents or other family.

She found herself having to read the labels of the clothes, coats, back packs, and sleeping bag to understand which materials would be best for her once she was out there in the wilds of the destroyed world.

Kirstin found underlayers made of polyester/spandex mixes, wool socks, cotton tees, flannel button up shirts, and cargo style pants with all the pockets and loops, something Tony told her she might want to have but which she cringed at, never having thought she would wear something like that.

Fearful that either the store's walls wouldn't hold up or that other looters would arrive, possibly armed, Kirstin asked, "Can we pack some backpacks tonight, in case we have to git quick? I've never been the type to put things off."

Whether Tony thought it was necessary or not, Kirstin wanted to get that step done before they quit for the night. It was late, almost 10pm, when she began peppering him with questions: "What about food? Trail mix, right? Do they have those little packages of stuff you rehydrate? I saw them on TV. What about life jackets? I mean, are we using that scary little row boat, or did it float away? They have boats here, right? I saw them downstairs, but, how do we get them out? Is the water level going to drop to normal so we can get it out? Will we need it if there's no more water? Or will we use one of those ATVs?"

She had another question for him every time they moved onto another subject about survival or transportation or the earthquakes -- after shocks were hitting every 20 or 30 minutes -- or the tsunamis, which Kirstin feared would only drown them if they went out on a sailboat as Tony was suggesting.

 

[Homerun2611]

Pamela Lyons & Chris Taylor, the night of the Quake

Chris was happy she had not objected to sharing a bed, he didn’t want to sleep alone! His mind went back to the promises Maggie had made, sexual favors for every significant play, and although it had only been nearing halftime, Chris had been having a helluva game! In his opinion he had already earned at least four, one or two of which he had already planned to enjoy toinght once they were back together. The perfect culmination of a great season and a great day! How ironic, that instead he was sliding into bed willing with a very attractive cheerleader, and the day had turned upside down.

Pamela had been lucky, Maria had something that suited her fine, however Chris was a big man, almost six foot four inches, 245 pounds of solid muscle. He had been given a couple of old shirts, obviously from a very large man, cotton and flannel, but Chris didn’t ask, he only said thank you! He had put on the shirt and stripped off his football pants and jock strap, but the shirt was warm, so once in bed he had kept only a single button buttoned, which kept most of his chest available when Pamela cuddled in. She felt good, really good, strong, athletic, but also very feminine. "I'm sorry about your wife, about you not being able to get in touch with her … I'm sure she's fine, though. The guy on the radio didn't say anything about her building. Soon as we can, we'll find out. I'm sure we'll find her alive and safe."

Chris didn’t respond at first, he just have her a little hug as he felt her body curl into his. “I…I don’t know. Where she was at, that area took a lot of damage, who knows? He didn’t say more, and why he even said what he did, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was because of the guilt he was feeling for enjoying her here this much. Going through something like this, with anyone, there would be confusing feelings. However, Pamela, seemed to be the type of woman he both liked and respected. He and Maggie had also been married for a few years, and holding a woman like this, a new, and gorgeous woman, was exciting…he swallowed as he acknowledged the obvious to himself. It was more than exciting, it was arousing!

They drifted off to sleep, but their bodies did, what bodies do, when they sleep, move, get more comfortable. Eventually, Pamela had draped her one leg up and over his, and his hand had slipped down from her back to her waist to where it was now, cupping her firm ass, where the nightie had hiked up a bit. It was almost 3 AM when they felt it, a trembling, aftershocks, that were both strong and sustained. It was reflexive, ‘Chris grabbing her, and pulling her close, actually on top of him. Now both hands cupping her ass! They weren’t even awake, but they would be soon, and when they were, they would realize that Chris’ very large and very hard cock was trapped squarely between their toned abs.

The way he had grabbed her protectively, she had slid up, her eyes looking directly into his, their noses no more than two inches apart, their lips no more than three. She would be able to even feel the warmth of his breath, when now, eyes fully opened, he asked caringly, “Are you okay?”