Shelonda
was next and explained that she had been Toshia's counterpart, picking
up discarded towels from a different part of the Temple. "I was bending
over all the time, and people kept squeezing my butt and playing with
me. I liked it at first, but I got really horny very quickly.
Fortunately,
a guy stopped and started fucking me. I was really getting into it, and
soon a bunch of guys and a woman were all over me." Shelonda provided
all the details requested, but by now it was clear that everyone was
getting frisky enough that they would need to go find a room to enjoy or
start playing right there in the banquet room.
Toshia found riding on the Wizard's flying carpet strangely arousing. She had heard or read somewhere that dreams about flying were supposed to be about sex, and pretty much everything in Eros made pretty much everyone, and some things, aroused. Still, there was something particularly wonderful about sailing over the countryside with the wind whipping through her hair and over her bare skin that Toshia was finding extremely stimulating. She looked out and down at the forest beneath her as she reclined on one side, half leaning back against Victor who sat closer to the center of the carpet. Nicole, still very much uncomfortable with flying on this open vehicle, huddled up next to the big, muscular man's other side. Amy and Don were up at the front of carpet piloting and looking for a tower at the head of a river, respectively.
On the back part of the carpet, Shelonda seemed to be napping. Toshia was coming to think of this merry little band as something of a family – a happily incestuous family, of course, with Don and her as the patriarch and matriarch, naturally.
Watching the landscape floating past below, thinking warmly about her companions, and feeling the delicious tingling in her loins signaling the inevitable return of her lust, Toshia rested her head on one hand, while letting the other hand move slowly down the front of her body. She caressed the curve of her breast through the thin fabric of the short dress she had gotten from the Wizard.
A frightened Mother Mouse will devour her young; similarly, a frightened culture will devour its future.
It
wasn't like a magic force field bubble protected us until our 16th
birthday. I couldn't recall all the times after I was 13 some woman
asked me, or my Mother, when my 16th birthday would be. Back then, I
didn't think much about it. In hindsight, those women were wondering
when I would become legally sexually vulnerable. In way too many cases,
women with access to teenage boys didn't wait.
A frightened Mother Mouse will devour her young; similarly, a frightened culture will devour its future.
Roni
was still working away while the rest of us were in the man-cave once
more. Flame seemed happy taking long pulls on the Wild Cherry and
smacking her lips. I wasn't surprised she wasn't worrying about Silent.
Her wounded comrade was a reliable pair of guns guarding her back and
nothing more. Emotional bonds were contrary to her psychopathic nature.
Jethro had been sitting on his 'throne' for fifteen minutes, deep in thought.
Your
mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential
weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul.
In
a final act of feminine superiority, Dimples had destroyed Western
Civilization. She had to share credit with the T2 virus for the rest of
the global catastrophe and I was sure she was okay with that. For me, it
was the start of my flight to freedom. I could do no more damage there.
That wasn't really important because at this stage of the disaster,
Capri had been willing to use her stun gun on me and drag my ass to the
elevators if I hadn't cooperated.
Your
mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential
weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul.
At
the Sentinel Eloise gave me the plan for the day. Doyle was in the
'bull pen' with the other journalists. The President of the Federation
was going to make a personal appeal for me to join the National
Government in dealing with this crisis. In case I was feeling 'uppity',
there was going to be a special taskforce of the FBI around to make me
behave.
"Do you know who is in charge of this Watch Dog group?" I inquired.
In Peace, daughters bury their mothers. In War, mothers bury their daughters. The death of sons is too painful to recount.
"What does this mean?" I inquired gently. Brandi looked up at me and smiled.
"It means we are not all going to die," she breathed deeply for the first time since this experiment began.
"Israel
is too nice and shell-shocked to ask you what the hell is going on, but
why don't you enlighten me?" Capri stood on the sofa, on her knees,
looking over the three Vanishers.
The
Persians marshaled all the nations under the Sun and Stars yet they
were defeated by a single idea: Sacrifice, and their inability to
appreciate it.
Final Curtain Call
What
no one in the Federation knew at that moment was that we were racing
for the final curtain call. The W H O knew that something was very
wrong, but they were still digging, and desperately hoping they were
wrong with what they were looking at. The U N was only learning of the
footsteps of doom. They too were praying.
The
Persians marshalled all the nations under the Sun and Stars yet they
were defeated by a single idea: Sacrifice, and their inability to
appreciate it.
After
tonight, we would become a democracy because I could trust the group to
see beyond gender and into the ideas and ideals of the speaker. True
democracy was not about the tyranny of numbers, but consensus. Consensus
was the result of the belief that everyone in the group, even the
opposition, had worth, they counted.
Had
my life been a comedy, I would have bumped my noise, looked sheepishly
over my shoulder and given a weak smile. I had experienced an infantile
urge to run away from the shame, violation and the pain Zara's
information brought. My hands had instinctively come up to save my face
from impact. My fingers were trying to dig into the stone until my tips
felt as if I was tearing the skin off.
I
loved sex. I loved the pleasure it let me share. What I didn't love was
the romantic mystique I tried to weave around that act being torn away,
shredded for the entertainment of people I didn't know. How could I
protect myself if any woman looking at me had seen me naked, in
coquitos? How could I tell who was really a threat if I couldn't see
behind their eyes?
"You
Bitches!" Angel hopped up. To clarify my often-used refrain, she took
up her jacket and rolled up her sleeve. She had a nice little cotton
ball secured by medical tape.
They
had taken Angel's blood, she had the anti-bodies which must have been
earned the old fashion way, through injection. Four times on Saturday
straight into her womb. I didn't believe it could be possible but I had
been lowered to the status of an STD.
"I'm not an MD, but how in the hell are anti-bodies getting from him into her bloodstream," Capri intervened.
The Titanic was sunk by snowflakes that fell long before mankind first forged iron
Once,
way before I was born, they might have called me a 'nice guy.’ I wasn't
sure what it would have meant back then but tonight it was a
weak-willed male who caved-in to the desires of the women around him.
"Compassion only goes so far," I struggled to articulate. "If I say no, what do you do next?"
"That's
the rub," she shared a secret smile. "Thirty years of research have not
been totally in vain. We know one of the key causes of the plague's
mutation, physical and mental stress."
Would you rather take shelter under a prison roof or stand outdoors in the uncertain storm?
"That's the best part about living here," Kuiko grinned. "We'll be patient."
That
fairy tale collided with Fatima, Carrie and Ambrosia showing up at my
door while Kuiko was back at her place changing and gathering a few
things for a group effort at dinner. I almost triggered the 'unlock'
without looking, almost. Being afraid for so long had its benefits. I
seriously thought about not answering.
It
was still too bright outside for my interior lights to come on. It
wasn't like I had any means of transportation to suggest I was in the
area.
The
waitress came, took our orders then left. I steered the conversation
toward work, our co-workers and the Mayor. Bethany didn't have much
interest in policy. Politics was her expertise, who was who and who she
knew. Only when dessert came around did she drop a hint about the party I
had been invited to.
"I hear you have your first secret party coming up," she teased.
"Not if I can help it," I answered.
"What do you mean, 'not if you can help it'?" Bethany stared at me with no comprehension. "Why aren't you going?"
