Lottie continued her briefing; "Ok, so going back to the production of the serum, we need it expedited. We're still going to get shipments from the US for the immediate future, but they're also supplying it to other countries, and we don't want to be stuck on their timeline any longer than we have to. So, our first priority is securing our own supply line. Once you let us know that the serum is in production, we will alert medical personnel around the country and begin distribution of the serum to them, before we gear up and present the solution to the whole country. As much as we're not fond of it, there will be a priority system. Military to a certain threshold. Then medical personnel, followed by construction and labor, then onwards from there."
Rayne interrupted, not understanding the significance.
Just off the East Coast of Australia, October 21, 2020, 11:05 PM
Talia Becker had gotten no rest since Grace's last contact with Tiberius. Not that she'd tried. Learning that Ty had been exposed to something had set her on edge, but it was the message that had managed to arrive a few hours later that had her truly worried. Even though she knew they'd arrive in time to help him, she couldn't help it; she wasn't there now. After everything else, she couldn't afford to lose him.
This is a spinoff of CorruptingPower's Quaranteam Universe. Reading his outstanding work and the spinoffs by others within the community finally managed to break through my writer's block, and so, here we are. Though set in the main universe, things might seem a little upside-down or out of the ordinary, as the 'realities' of Australia, yet untold, come to light. Thanks to Agathon, Birches, Otterly and Corrupting for the advice and keen eyes. Check out their work, QT and otherwise. This work is written with the consent of CorruptingPower.
This book was based on the book, ‘Alternating Uncertainties’
David Belsus; 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.
Lupie Ramos; 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.
Esme; 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.
Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.
Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Jance is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.
Dave's second quandary was his position, nearly on the middle of the pad, left him seriously exposed. Applying the aggressiveness taught by Carter, he knew Liv had him protected to the right, so he closed with the occupied building, moving to the far corner. A quick look showed him there were again two doors, like the other building. And two men emerging from the far door. Turning their backs to him as they followed a third man who was just rounding the opposite corner. That put him out of Dave's sight, but into Liv's.
David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.
Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.
Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.
Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.
Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.
Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow.
Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile.
Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile.
Jan visibly relaxed as she followed Dave out. Olivia was checking in with Shawna and Mel. Dave waited until it looked like Liv had reached a stopping point in her conversation, then signaled for her to come back up.
"Dave, how long until the cops get here?" Shawna asked.
"Patrol isn't coming. Said since we aren't in immediate danger, they'll focus on 'higher priority calls and get to us when they can'. Which means they aren't coming. A detective will come out to investigate, but that will take time."
"How much?"
"Dunno. I have a plan though. I'll talk it over with the others and hash out the details. I'll come back out and fill you two in shortly."
Monday afternoon, Reena took lunch duties. Lunch was often individual or in small groups, but she really wanted a crack at cooking for everyone. She said it could be 'come and go' to still facilitate varied schedules around the house. Her idea was ramen. But, it wasn't just basic out of the package. Well, it was, but with a variety of add-ons. You could pick your flavor of ramen, then she'd prepared chopped carrots, nori, sesame oil, diced onion, spam, eggs (fried up for each bowl individually) and Korean red pepper powder that Jan had gotten added to the spice rack. Oh, Reena still cooked it up, but each bowl was individual, and made on request.
The ladies all mingled quietly as they awaited the appearance of the teens. Lupie of course, made extras of the appetizers, plus a few extra finger foods, so the rest of the family wasn't held up for a meal, but Lupie and Mel didn't have to make 'prom dinner' for everyone.
At last, they heard footsteps descending the stairs. When the sounds reached the point the stairs peeked beyond the partial wall in the back of the living room, the first thing they spotted was shimmering metallic medium blue cloth that nearly reached the step the foot rested on. Becca's nerd-pale feet and ankles clad in low-heeled strappy sandals was enough to identify her, if they hadn't already known the order the girls were arriving.
All of Dave's partners were at the park, setting up the folding table and portable gazebo. None of his partners were wilting flowers, so he couldn't exactly muscle his way in to doing the set up. But, they had taken off with the intent that three would return to clean the dishes while the rest hung out in the park for Shawna to get off in barely an hour. Roscoe and Esme, of course, were among those getting to run around in the grass and fresh air.
So, Dave was at the sink, scrubbing dishes with some of his favorite songs playing out of his Echo Show in the kitchen. The volume was cranked, and so was Dave's voice as he sang along, rather skillfully, but a bit out of practice. Currently, he was belting through a Kenny Loggins song. One that got him energized and moving.
Dave and Liv spent the morning getting lumber and gate hardware. Other changes would take much longer to plan, and would need professionals to implement, but today they were putting in a gate between the backyards to facilitate caring for the chickens. And give more play space for Esme and Roscoe. He'd made no move to threaten the chickens.
It took over an hour to tear out the boards from the section that would be a gate by the end of the day. Dave worked from Lupie's yard, while Liv worked from Dave's. Both were being careful to preserve the boards that were still in good condition. Those could be reused. If not today, then for another project.
David Belsus – 46, physics & astronomy professor at Eastfield college, a community college in the Dallas area. Prepper, survivalist, has a greenhouse in his backyard and lives in an outer ring suburb. Six foot, fit, short cropped hair.
Lupie Ramos – 32, former financial advisor, Dave's neighbor, got caught out of state when the lockdowns started. She spent two frantic weeks trying to get back to her daughter. Lupie has been in love with Dave for over a year. Long, dark brown hair, medium build, and a lovely smile.
Esme – 9, daughter of Lupie, prone to the occasional snarky comment. Adores Dave.
Becca; 18, Lupie's babysitter, was watching Esme when lockdowns occurred. Her refusal to abandon Esme, as her mother insisted, likely saved Becca's life, since her extended family ignored precautions and died of Duo. Esme, Lupie, and Dave are all Becca has left in the world. Short, medium build, small tits, with short blond hair and a smile that is shy with strangers and beams with family and friends.
Janice Wheeler; 33, Dave's first partner to arrive, a librarian at Cedar Valley, another community college member of DCCCD. Slender build and medium height, Janice is 3/4 Korean, her paternal grandfather is Anglo. Medium length black hair often pulled back in a bun for work or ponytail at home.
Shawna Cooper; 36, senior meteorologist at WFAA, Master's degree in meteorology from O U, worked at NSSL and spent time as a storm chaser. Whole hog sci-fi nut, beginning with Start Trek TNG. 5' 10", large tits, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair styled like a frizzy weeping willow.
Olivia Tyler (Liv); 21, senior studying horticulture at Tarleton State University, near Dallas. Daughter of Carter and Janelle, Dave's best friends since college. Had a well-known crush on Dave throughout her teen years. Since her dad was former SF and a survivalist, Liv is skilled with several firearms as well as bladed weapons. Never failed to take a deer any season she's hunted. 5'10" long, dark brown hair, large tits, lightly tanned, brown eyes, and a wide smile.
Melanie Ustanich; 22, graduate student in IT at Tarleton, Liv's roommate, recently found a passion for cooking. Spent most of her life in foster homes, Liv's parents accepted her like family the first time she went with Liv on Thanksgiving Break. 5'8" medium length auburn hair, green eyes, small mouth with a ready, mischievous smile.
Becca took a small sip of her drink. Her eyes flared lightly, but she didn't cough or choke. "Dave, tell me a story from when you were younger. Something stupid you once did."
Dave's head fell back against the couch. "Oh boy. I didn't do any of the usual stupid stuff. Far too insular for that, no group of friends to drag me into wild, hilarious mistakes." Dave thought for a minute, trying to decide if he should tell this particular story. Or if he could. Hell, they were stuck living with him, they deserved to know.
Forward: This story occurs within the Quaranteam universe created by CorruptingPower. If you have not red the original, or any of the other spinoffs, they are highly recommended. That is not required to understand this story, they're just good, and a lot of fun.
This fictional drama coincides with the timing of the 2nd wave outbreak of the Covid 19 pandemic. The modified cold virus escaped from a Chinese laboratory and directly killed more than 7 million people, but is suspected of indirectly causing the early deaths of over 20 million, in about 24 months.
The DuoHalo virus that this series of novels pertains to, is far more deadly, and can only be combatted with a gene therapy injection, but it wears off in just days, unless followed up by human hormones, and only through a continual booster through both male and female genital fluids. Only the female body is capable of enduring the inoculation gene therapy dose, but she still needs the catalyst of male genital fluids, which then activates both physical and psychological mutations. Her libido goes into hyper drive. The corresponding male partner also absorbs the hormone-based anti-viral, by absorbing the woman’s rich antiviral genital fluids.
The world order undergoes a fundamental rest, and the fight for survival of the species becomes dependent on heterosexual mating ‘bareback’, with women devoting themselves to monogamy, while men retain a capacity to be the catalyst for however many females their stamina allows. The most notable psychological mystery is the absence of female jealousy and possessiveness. Cohabitation is an essential accommodation to make the treatment work. Chapter 1.
He had asked Erin what kind of food she wanted to try, and
she said something new, with lots of flavor. Walking into the orange glow of
the Thai restaurant and getting the scent of the food, Jack knew he had picked
the right place. Erin looked so excited, her eyes darting to every plate as
they got seated.
Jack opened his eyes. He was instantly wide awake. It didn't
take him long to realize that Jack was somewhere else, definitely not his
bedroom. He was in his living room; yeah, it had to be. The room had the same
shape, but there were no lights, electronics or anything modern. Ornate wood
and gold-framed paintings filled the walls. The room felt smaller, but Jack
noticed a massive fireplace that must have been removed before his parents
bought the house.
Jack's mouth painfully stretched open. He then released a
long gasp, and his eyelids pulled back; he was now forcibly awake. Turning to
his side, he found himself partially alone. Lucy was still there, deep in
sleep, but no Erin. He called her name, but there was nothing.
I was just about to confide to him about mine and Madison's
exploits, when both girls joined us at the same time, wearing their oversized
t-shirts as nighties.
"Good morning, ladies. Coffee?" I greeted.
"Oh, yes please," Becky replied.
She walked over to Ryan, put her hand on his back, and gave
him a quick peck on the lips.
As 6:30pm approached, I sat patiently on my bed, legs
crossed in the lotus style. Madison had arranged to FaceTime me, and I eagerly
awaited her call.
She had gone away on holiday for the week to visit family,
making each day feel like an eternity. I missed her so much -- it marked the
longest time we'd been apart since we started dating.
I watched, or rather willed, the time on my phone to
transition from 6:29 to 6:30. As the next minute arrived, the digits seamlessly
shifted from twenty-nine to thirty.
I continued for another hour and a half before finally
calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely
grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor --
definite progress.
"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean
up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.
"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already
out."
"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."
I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky
were coming down in the opposite direction.
The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk.
He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.
The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and
one other student.
It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far
end of the table, opposite me.
I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper,
prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to
have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.
I awoke earlier than normal on Friday morning, eager to get
to Foxx Inc so as not to miss out on even a minute. I was sitting in the
entrance waiting area, attired in a suit and tie and sporting a nametag bearing
'Jayce', a good fifteen minutes before anyone else arrived. Shortly past 0 700
I got an email from Ms Olson. It was titled 'Friday.' Opening it I found
everyone but myself was bcc'd. It was a short note that simply read "FuF
rules are confirmed and in effect until C O B today.
As a
brief recap, a couple of months ago I separated from the Navy after six years
in submarines. Growing bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a
job search, and to my surprise I found myself in an interview a short time
later. An interview, believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my
hiring manager. That was actually normal given that my new job was to sexually
service the women of Foxx Inc.
As a brief recap, I had separated from the Navy a few weeks
ago after six years in submarines. Growing bored of lounging around my parents'
house, I began a job search, and to my surprise I found myself in an interview
a short time later. An interview, believe it or not, that ended with my having
sex with my hiring manager. My job, should I choose to accept it, was to
sexually service the women of Foxx Inc. Just based on the interview, it was
good work if you can get it.
"Come in," she called. I entered the medical exam
room to find her standing in a white uniform with white two inch heels, her
hair now down, and most strikingly, the top three buttons on her uniform
undone. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra, but the cleavage she was
sporting could almost put Christina Hendricks to shame. She held out a hand and
I passed her the clipboard. "Please sit here," she said, motioning to
a chair that was also equipped with an apparatus for me to sit my arm on while
a blood sample was taken. She reviewed my medical history, making notes and
asking me questions every now and then. Then she donned a pair of latex gloves
and prepped some sample vials. "Are you allergic to rubbing alcohol or latex?"
She asked.
As a brief recap, I had
separated from the Navy a few weeks ago after six years in submarines. Growing
bored of lounging around my parents' house, I began a job search, and to my
surprise I found myself in an interview a short time later. An interview,
believe it or not, that ended with my having sex with my hiring manager. My
job, should I choose to accept it, was to sexually service the women of Foxx
Inc. Just based on the interview, good work if you can get it. We pick up my
journal record where the Friday job interview was finishing..
Thomas Edison reportedly said that the harder he worked the
luckier he was. In my case I had worked pretty stinking hard as an enlisted
member of the nuclear submarine Navy for the previous six years, so if you side
with Edison I must have accumulated a decent amount of luck in my karma
account. No matter how events came together, I was very lucky to be in just the
right place at the right time. You probably won't believe it, and truth be
told, on some days I don't believe it either. But let's not get ahead of
ourselves. Let me start at the beginning.
