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Tonight was the night. Leather coat? Check. Cologne? Check. Anticipation? Huge check. The girl of my dreams, who I had somehow managed to woo, was finally letting me take her out to dinner. Robin stood at five feet and ten inches, had curly brown hair, and possessed the most entrancing green eyes of anyone I had seen. She was taking a huge step by letting me pamper her with an expensive dinner. Our relationship had a funny dynamic – she was very into sex, and I had always found romantic fantasies much more enticing. Perhaps the lack of sexual drive was due to the fact that, though eighteen, I was still a virgin. Robin was more experienced on that front.



“Are you ready?” I texted her.



“As I’ll ever be,” she replied almost immediately. Isolated conversation was bad enough for Robin; adding the mood of a fancy restaurant amplified her nervousness tenfold. Still, I was going to make sure she was comfortable and happy throughout the night. Of that, I was certain.



I grabbed my brown leather wallet and keys from the top drawer in my bedroom and stepped outside, locking the door. Mom was staying at a friend’s place for the night, and granted me reign over the entire house. I was quite certain only a small portion of it would be seeing any activity at all tonight.



After another self-pat-down to assure I had remembered everything, I put on my helmet and mounted my steed – a blue 1975 Kawasaki KZ400. I had hardly ever taken passengers on the motorcycle before, so I bought an extra helmet and leather jacket just for tonight. “Yep,” I thought to myself. “This will be extraordinary.” In reality, I was probably more nervous than even Robin.



When I reached her house, she was already on the doorstep. Her mother stood right inside the house, holding the door open. I took my helmet off and walked down the path leading to her door. What I saw upon reaching my destination completely amazed me: There stood Robin in a jet black strapless sheath dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Being of her height, Robin was built accordingly. She had curvy hips and a very ample bosom, with a figure that rivaled that of Marilyn Monroe.



“Hi,” she said, with a gleaming smile. Her naturally curly hair framed her smooth face so elegantly that I had nearly been caught staring before I snapped out of the trance.



“Hi,” I replied, returning the smile. “I’ll have her home by midnight, ma’am,” I said to her mother, who smiled and nodded in reply. She gave her daughter a hug and a “stay safe” before stepping fully inside and closing the door. “Wow,” I finally mustered. She giggled and rolled her green eyes as I held my arm out for her. “Shall we?”



“Let’s,” Robin responded with a smile, locking arms. Her smile was one of Robin’s best features. Her teeth were very white and, tonight, were framed by lush red lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen Robin wear makeup. I had always preferred her natural visage to anything she could paint on, but tonight the minimal detailing seemed absolutely fitting. After walking back to my vehicle, I cloaked Robin with the spare jacket and helmet, which both fit snugly, and we were off.



The downside to being on a motorcycle with a girl instead of driving her around in a car is that the exposure to the open air, along with the full helmets, completely takes away any opportunity for conversation, romantic or otherwise. The upside, however, is that having a girl’s arms around one’s waist has nearly the same effect as any romantic conversation could. That’s how we sat as we rode to the restaurant – in comfortable silence, with her arms around my waist.



“Crème de La Crème,” a fanciful sign outside of a Gothic building read. I slowly pulled into the lot and removed our helmets and jackets. After putting the clothing under the seat, I gave the keys to the valet, who smiled and promptly drove the vehicle out of sight.



“You look absolutely beautiful,” I managed to say to Robin, who chuckled in response.



“Thank you,” she said shyly. She grabbed my hand and we interlocked our fingers as we made our way to the front door. Upon arriving, I showed my fake ID to the doorman, who approved. I waited as Robin showed him hers, and then I tipped the man five dollars. Butterflies roared in my stomach. Taking the perfect girl out for the perfect night had always been a fantasy of mine. Now that I was living it, all of the details, such as topics of conversation, had escaped my mind.



“Calm down,” I muttered to myself, following the lovely girl into the restaurant. After taking one step inside, I saw that the name “Crème de La Crème” was well-earned. The mood was immediately set for a wondrous evening. Dim, red lighting accompanied a live Miles Davis cover band. The entire wait staff donned black vest and tie, and the Maître D’ wore a tuxedo with a red pocket square to match the walls.



“Right this way,” he said, recognizing me from a description in an earlier phone call. He brought us to a table near the restaurant’s far wall, after which I pulled out Robin’s chair for her. Although Robin often giggled at my courtesy, my mother had always made sure that my manners were in top shape, so such courteous acts were instinctual at this point.



I sat down and looked across the table at Robin. Although I had already seen her many times tonight, each glance presented a new perspective. This time, I noticed her pearl necklace. As much as she talked about not wanting to be pampered, the girl certainly knew how it was done. “I love your necklace,” I said to her.



“Thank you,” she beamed. “This is everything you wanted, isn’t it? Long, white tablecloth, two candles between us, dim lighting, even a Miles Davis cover band.” I had definitely pulled some strings to make this setting exactly what I had dreamed it would be, but all of it was paying off in full.



“There’s no one with whom I’d rather be here,” I said honestly to Robin. So far, the night was perfect.



“Bonsoir,” a man said as he approached our table. “My name is Jacques-Yves, and I will be your waiter tonight. May I start you with drinks? We have-”



“Two Gin and Tonics to start, please,” I said, and Jacques-Yves nodded and left as quickly as he had come.



“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Robin chuckled.



“For starters,” I replied with a wink.



After the drinks came, conversation was much easier. We discussed secular things at first, and slowly moved into our lives, and then her life at home, which had always been a touchy subject. Something about this night opened both of us up, albeit slowly, to things to which we had never before been open. When Jacques-Yves came back to our table with our food and wine, we were almost too wrapped up in conversation to notice.



“Chicken Cordon Bleu for the mademoiselle,” he said, putting her food down, “complemented by our finest house Chardonnay.”



“Thank you,” she replied with wide eyes. The meal was completely decorated on the plate, and almost looked to be a work of culinary art rather than something to be consumed.



“For the gentilhomme we have Canard à l’Orange with our Riesling Auslese,” Jacques-Yves said, presenting the dish. “If you need anything, please do not hesitate to let me know.”



The food and wine enhanced the mood of the evening even further, and both Robin and I were enjoying ourselves to the fullest. She had just finished her chicken when she dropped her fork and I instinctually reached down to get it.



“No, let me,” she said, ducking under the table. The long tablecloth was opaque enough that she had become invisible to the rest of the patrons and the staff. I had started to wonder how long it took to retrieve a fork when the answer became irrelevant – a pair of delicate hands was slowly undoing my belt, button, and zipper. I frantically looked around the restaurant, but no one noticed what was taking place under the table. “Shh,” Robin comforted, sensing my unrest. “I’ll take it from here.”



Normally, I was more of a giver than I was a taker, which could be why I’d never had sex before. However, the intimacy of the setting had me more than ready for what was about to transpire. This must have become evident to Robin, as she moaned from under the table upon completely unzipping me and freeing my rod from its cage.



The next thing I felt was completely unlike anything else. I had received blowjobs before, but no sloppy high school hook-up could have ever prepared me for Robin’s skilled mouth. Going with the mood of the night, she started by slowly licking the underside of my all-too-ready shaft. She was still doing this when Jacques-Yves approached the table.



“Would you or the madam like any desserts?” he asked politely, but he could have been speaking gibberish for all I knew.



“Everything is f-fine,” I responded. “She’s just sucking. …O-on a cigarette! Just outside sucking on a cigarette.” My nervous response merited a change in technique from Robin, who was now slowly taking my length into her mouth.



“I see,” Jacques-Yves replied with a knowing smile. “I will bring the check when you call.” He finally left, allowing me to reach under the table and grab Robin’s hair. She had almost taken in my entire cock, and was not letting up. Slowly, she let it completely out of her mouth before ramming it deep in her throat all at once, earning a shudder from me. Where did the girl learn to do this?



My mind stopped focusing on everything else as Robin increased her pace relentlessly. I felt the pressure building in my cock, and I was all but ready to line her lips with my juices when suddenly, everything around me came back into focus. Robin had returned to her seat, holding her fork in the air. “Found it,” she proclaimed with a smile. My disbelief must have been visible because Robin cracked the biggest smile I had seen her wear all night. I couldn’t be angry or let down; the sensations that I had just felt were still lingering in my mind, making no room for anything else.



Regaining at least partial awareness of my surroundings, I found my wallet in my back pocket and drew two crisp hundred-dollar bills to put on the table. Frantically, I zipped my pants back up and buttoned them, after which I re-fastened my belt. Sensing the change in mood, Robin stood up and began to walk out of the restaurant. I was not hesitant to follow.



The whole ride home was enhanced by the constant movement of Robin’s hands up and down my legs. Even through my leather motorcycle pants, I could feel each delicate trace of her fingers. I caught myself speeding more than once before reaching my house, all too eager to approach my destination and the bed that waited therein.



My parking job was pathetic, but neither of us cared as I fumbled with the keys. When I finally unlocked the house, Robin practically threw the two of us inside and slammed the door, to which I pinned Robin’s back while holding her hands above her head. The slow pace of the night up to this point had caused not only intimacy, but also greatly unrelieved sexual tension. This was being quenched, though, as our hands and mouths explored each other’s bodies.



When I started kissing Robin’s neck, the rest of her practically went limp. I knew her kill switches, and tonight would finally be my chance to use them. I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder into the guest bedroom, which was the only room in the house that one could call particularly “clean.” Upon arriving, I gently tossed her face-up onto the bed, and shortly thereafter followed suit.



My leather jacket, the only motorcycle-friendly attire I had worn tonight, was the first thing to go. It was followed quickly by my tie and shirt. As Robin hastily unfastened my belt, I reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. Our clothes were flying throughout the room as our mouths continually found each other. I reached for a condom, but Robin stopped me. “I’m on the pill,” she whispered.



When we had gotten all of our clothes out of the way, Robin pinned me down onto the bed. Her face lingered over mine, and she seductively bit her lip as she wordlessly slid down the length of my body. “Fuck,” I whispered. I normally made it a habit not to swear in front of ladies, but no other word seemed to carry the strength of how I felt in that moment.



Before I knew it, Robin picked up where she had left off. This time, there was no slow-paced foreplay – she got right to the deep-throating. My cock glided effortlessly in and out of Robin’s mouth, and she kept eye contact the entire time.



After about three minutes of this, I could feel pressure building and decided that it was time to return the favor. I pulled Robin up and rolled over with her, ending up on top. After kissing her passionately, I let my kisses move downward. I planted gentle pecks on her cheeks and then moved all the way down to her clavicle, paying extra attention to her neck. When she finally urged me to keep going, I slowly circled her right breast with my tongue, spending particular time on the underside. I closed in on her areola in a spiraling motion, but stopped before I reached it. The teasing drove Robin wild.



Instead, I honed in on her left nipple, darting across it with my tongue. Robin writhed from under me, and I could sense that she was ready. I made my way down her body, cherishing her sides and her hips with my tongue, and then moved on to her waist. The slowness of each carefully-crafted kiss was enough to drive both of us insane, but I wasn’t about to give up the intimacy of this perfect night. Finally, my mouth reached her second pair of lips. As I licked her opening from bottom to top, my hand came up to help. After a few more seductive licks, I honed in on her clitoris and flicked my tongue across it quickly. Robin’s hands suddenly gripped my hair tightly, pressing me into her more closely. While my tongue was busy with her clit, my first two fingers found their way inside of her, facing upward. I slowly made a come-hither motion, alternating back and forth between the two fingers.



Robin began to squirm uncontrollably, making noises that were loud but unintelligible. I made sure to keep doing exactly what I was doing until she came down from her seemingly intense orgasm, which lasted much longer than I had expected. My tongue was nearly worn out by the time she grabbed my body and threw me down onto the bed.



The eagerness with which Robin rode me was akin to the eagerness with which a vacuum cleaner sucks up dirt. She was absolutely relentless in her pursuit of our mutual pleasure. I couldn’t help but watch her beautiful tits bouncing up and down as she moved around with reckless abandon. There was method to her madness, though, as when she found a certain spot that she liked, Robin would focus her entire being into stimulating it.



As she increased her pace substantially, I could feel the familiar pressure of my unresolved libido. “I’m-”



“Shut up!” she yelled, interrupting my warning. The tinge of animal-like dominance in her voice sent me over the edge and we came simultaneously. The continual teasing of the night had definitely contributed to the six shots of cum that I released into Robin, and she continued to ride me like a bull at a rodeo while I enjoyed the most intense orgasm of my life. Eventually, we both came down from the blinding sensations, and nestled our bodies together. It was past midnight, but neither of us cared.



“Thank you for the dinner,” she said as I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair, “but I really preferred the dessert.”



“Know what you want for breakfast?” I asked.



With a wink and a smile, she whispered in my ear. “Leftovers.”

Author’s Note: Ace’s fate will be revealed, more zombies will be destroyed, a new character will be introduced, and there will be a heterosexual vaginal coupling between Dale and Cathy at the end with an extremely mild hint at bondage. Twice, in fact. Hope you approve.



Endless thanks to all of those who have taken the time to read, comment, send feedback, and especially vote. Please don’t stop now. It’s most appreciated. In particular I love the comments, keep them cumming.




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Penny was a cute twenty-five year-young woman with long black hair and an athletic build. All her life she’d dreamed about being a doctor, of saving lives and making a difference. But she fell short of her dream and settled for being a Physician’s Assistant due to financial constraints, yet had every intention of becoming one in the future.



Until the future she’d hoped for turned into a living hell.



“Need anything grand-mom?” Penny asked as she leaned over a hospital bed and kissed her forehead.



The old woman smiled back. “You’re so pretty.”



Penny returned the smile. “It’s in the genes.”



Suddenly the elderly woman grew tense. “Jim? Where is he anyway?”



Jim, the man the elderly woman was referring to, had been her husband, a victim of the pandemic that had taken so many with it. With age her mind was going and Penny knew it would only be a matter of time before she passed on.



“Jim’s gone, it’s just us now,” Penny said as she calmed her ailing grandmother just as she had so many times before. Her patience was endless.



“Think I’ll close my eyes for a bit.”



“You do that grand-mom, I’ll check back on you later,” the PA responded in a soothing, loving tone.



Penny left the room and sat down on a couch in an adjoining chamber. It had been a rough life that no twenty-five year-old should have to endure. She’d excelled in school while also participating in sports, earned a scholarship that helped to pay for a part of her schooling, and now she was here. Living in an island surrounded by the undead — all because she couldn’t even think of abandoning the grandmother who had raised her.



She lowered her head as she felt hot tears filling her eyes. “What am I going to do? I can’t do this forever.”



And then outside all hell broke loose. Multiple explosions sounded and the ground shook. Penny dove to the floor face-down and covered the back of her head with both hands. It wasn’t the first time the drones had struck, but it was by far the closest. Her heart was pounding when she waited several minutes before getting up, just to make sure it was all over with.



It had been her decision to live in the basement of the heavily-protected warehouse, just to put as many steel doors between her and the undead as she possibly could. It had worked so far. Now, she knew, she needed to investigate the cause for the sudden, unexpected attack.



She picked up a fully loaded AK-47 assault rifle before she climbed the cracked concrete steps to the ground level and cautiously approached the thick steel door that led to the outside. With great reluctance Penny unlocked it and peered outside through the thin crack she’d created.



Zombie parts were everywhere — blood was everywhere. There was still one alive climbing down the fire escape across the street.



“Die, you bastard,” she whispered as she raised the rifle, took aim, and removed its grisly head in a stomach-churning mist of blood, skull fragments, and brain matter.



The headless zombie had its hands wrapped around the rungs and even in death it remained in place. Penny had learned early on in her medical career that she had to get used to the blood and gore which was so prominent in her field. But the sight of a zombie head being vaporized still turned her stomach. It was a sight she never thought she’d ever get numb to.



That was when she noticed the survivor’s body draped over a small trailer of some type. There was no way he could still be alive, not in the middle of that mess. At the very least he’d be infected and would turn into one of the undead in about three hours.



“I’ll kill you then,” Penny decided as she closed and bolted the door.



* * * * *




Cathy hadn’t felt this sexy since… ever. The twenty-four year-old blonde with an amazing body had been holding out for Mr. Right, but instead decided to settle for Mr. Right Now. Dale was a nice guy after all, always treated her respectfully, had just done her a huge favor that hadn’t worked out as well as she’d liked, so why not? Maybe Mr. Right would never show up. Maybe… maybe Mr. Right was now a zombie, like so many others.



She appraised her looks in the body-length mirror behind the bathroom door. Cathy had dressed just the way Dale had asked, in blue denim cut-off short-shorts and a naughty tight white top which pressed against her boobs and revealed the large pink nipples in all of their glory. She’d always been proud of the way she looked, and this time felt a wetness already growing between her shapely thighs.



“Wow, you look extremely hot,” her older redheaded roommate Suzi commented upon seeing Cathy entering the trailer’s living room. “Got a hot date?”



“Dale,” Cathy answered despondently. “I needed a favor this morning.”



“Don’t act so down, he’s a nice guy,” Suzi tried cheering her up. “If I had that body I’d be jumping every guy here. I’m extremely jealous, for the record. You look amazing. We could always, you know…”



“No, I’m not settling for plastic tonight. Not after…” Cathy decided as her sweet-sounding voice trailed off. “I need a real man.”



The two women shared a brief, friendly kiss and a supportive hug. “You go and have fun, you deserve it. Wear him out.”



“Don’t worry, I plan to,” Cathy giggled like the teenager she once was.



* * * * *




“Up for a hike I hear,” Rory said as he showed up at the northern mouth of the cave in the early evening.



“Sure, I enjoy the fresh air,” Zack admitted.



Rory was holding two loaded M4 assault rifles and handed him one. “Then let’s take us a long walk. This is for you.”



The two men headed out, following the well-worn path of their predecessors as they descended the hill and made their way into the valley below.



“Hold on a sec,” Zack requested as he pulled the dog-whistle from his pocket and placed it to his lips.



This wasn’t the first time. And, just like the others, it failed to draw Teddy to them. Zack was quickly losing hope. He blew it several more times and waited in vain. The pet they all loved like a family member was, in all likelihood, gone.



“That’s okay buddy,” Zack said as he stared into the trees. “Rest in peace.”



“Don’t give up just yet,” Rory suggested, as it was no secret what Zack was trying to do. “There’s always tomorrow.”



Zack smiled. “Yeah, but even that isn’t guaranteed.”



* * * * *




Five hours had elapsed when Penny unlocked the heavy steel door and glanced across at the lifeless body laying on top of the small trailer. If the survivor had been infected he’d be one of the zombies by now. Chances were he was dead with a broken back or something.



But the PA couldn’t drive herself to close the door and turn away. He might need her help.



Against her better judgment she closed the door, quickly collected together a medical kit with a stethoscope, and hurried across the street. She left the previously sealed door behind her dangerously open. Penny was well aware of the risk she was taking as the medical provider instinct took over.



“You’re still alive,” she said to herself once she confirmed a strong heartbeat.



Ace struggled to request in a weak whisper, “Water.”



“Can you walk with help?” Penny asked. “Because if you can’t you’ll die. I can’t carry you. You’ll be found and turned into one of them.”



“Help me up. I can make it, I swear.”



“There’s food, water, and some medical supplies in here,” Ace said as he grimaced with pain while Penny helped him up onto his own two feet. “At least there were. I don’t know how badly damaged they might be now. Name’s Ace, by the way.”



“Penny,” she quickly introduced herself. “Save your strength, you look pretty banged up. I’ll check on those later, see what can be salvaged. A survivor can never have too much of anything.”



She left her stethoscope and medical bag at the trailer so she could protect them and still be able to help him walk. As she held the weapon at the ready in her right arm, he leaned on her left side for support. It was a slow, painful struggle but the unlikely pair made the trip without incident.



“Sit here, I’ll get a wheelchair,” she instructed as Ace sat down on a wooden chair just inside. “Don’t go running off anywhere.”



He chuckled at her attempt at humor. “I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”



Ace watched her shapely body from behind before she disappeared from view. He had to admit his luck at having holed up across the street of all places. Had it not been for her he’d be dead. As it was he was hurt so Ace performed a quick inventory of his injuries.



His right ankle was sprained at the very least and he hoped like hell it wasn’t broken. His right shoulder was likely dislocated, maybe worse, and he was in a lot of pain. He’d apparently landed on the trailer on his right side, since his left was much better off… a few scratches and bruises, but nothing broken.



How he’d managed to escape the zombie’s grasp he had no idea, and just as miraculous had been the fact that he’d somehow been able to avoid getting the infection himself. There was dried blood, guts and rotting body parts everywhere out there. All it took was a single drop in the eyes, the mouth, or a break in the skin.



He heard the slight squeaking of the wheels before he saw her round the corner with a wheelchair. Once she locked the wheels she helped to move him. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t without sharp pain from his injuries, but between the two of them they got it done.



“This is a big place for just you,” Ace observed. “The dusting alone must take hours.”



It was Penny’s turn to laugh. “Not like I don’t have a lot of time on my hands these days. And it’s not just me, I’m caring for my grand-mom. She’s downstairs, but you’ll probably need to stay here on the first floor. No working elevator.”



“You look too young to be a doctor,” Ace said. “But the medical bag and stethoscope make me think so.”



“Close, but not quite. I’m a Physician’s Assistant,” she explained. “I planned on being a doctor one day, but the college programs I applied for haven’t accepted me yet. I’m still waiting though.”



He laughed. “Patience is a virtue, don’t give up.”



She suggested, “Let’s get you undressed, cleaned up, and examined.”



“Sounds good,” he said with a smile.



She shook her head as her eyes met his in a serious expression. “Trust me, you’ll hate me before we’re done. I don’t have any equipment which means I’ll have to do everything by hand to assess your condition. This is going to hurt like hell.”



He returned a stoic expression and nodded his understanding.



“Just hang in there and make it through the exam, afterwards I’ll administer pain medications, antibiotics, and whatever else you might need,” she promised. “You’ll sleep like a baby.”



Ace briefly smirked. “You mean I’ll wake up every two hours crying?”



Penny smiled and rolled her eyes before pulling on a pair of latex gloves with a loud snapping sound. “Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”



* * * * *




When Zack got back he checked in with his wife who was with their sleeping baby. She looked up expectantly before she noticed his empty hands.



“No Teddy,” she surmised.



Zack shook his head. “Sorry. But I won’t give up, not yet. How is Serenity?”



“About the same. Still feverish but she seems to be resting better,” Caria dutifully reported. “We can’t lose her, not after all we’ve gone through.”



He sat down to her right and gave her a loving hug and a kiss to one side of her face. “We’re not going to lose her, trust me. Every kid gets sick. Serenity will beat this, you have my word.”



She admitted, “I’d feel better if there was a doctor we could take her to.”



“I know, me too,” he concurred. “I really miss Survivor City. But we’ll get through this just like we have everything else.”



* * * * *




Dale was sitting on a small wooden deck sipping on a glass of wine as he waited for Carol to show up. Despite the heat he was glad that he had as he watched the gorgeous blonde coming into view. When she saw him she smiled and waved, which he returned. Dale took this opportunity to enjoy the vision of beauty who was dressed exactly as he’d requested.



His cock stirred with arousal at the erotic sight of her nice perky boobs tucked inside of a tight top, the pink nipples clearly visible. He also enjoyed her nubile, shapely body, those nice legs exposed by the short-shorts. The favor he’d done for her in exchange had been one of the best decisions he’d made despite the risk it had carried.



“Welcome Carol,” he greeted her warmly as she arrived at the foot of the steps which led up to the deck.



“Hi Dale,” she returned. “I hope you know I’m not used to dressing this way. It feels very… awkward. Almost like I’m naked in a way.”



He grinned. “Well, for what it’s worth, you look nothing less than stunning. I have to confess I’ve always dreamed of seeing you in something revealing like that. Come on inside.”



The airfield was on a power grid but it was small, nothing like Survivor City had. Due to the limited capacity and high demand only small appliances were allowed. The residents had gotten used to dealing with the heat by using fans, which was a far cry better than the alternative.



They all knew others out there didn’t have it as good as they did so they coped, like so many before them had before electricity had been discovered. It wasn’t easy but at least they were somewhat civilized.



Rumor had it that Dale was a great cook and managed to convert the plain food they were issued into real, tasty meals. Cathy would’ve been lying if she said she hadn’t been looking forward to sharing dinner with him.



He acted the part of a real gentleman, led her to the modest dining room table, pulled the chair out for her, and helped to slide it back under the table. The young blonde was immediately impressed.



“Thank you,” she told him.



He smiled. “My pleasure, I assure you. Would you care for some wine? I have a bottle breathing.”



“I’d love a glass.”



* * * * *




Ace was pale, sweating, and in obvious pain by the time Penny finished her examination.



“I’m sorry,” the cute PA told him, “but it had to be done.”



“So what did you find?” he weakly asked as she drew up the first of three injections.



“Severe sprain of the right ankle, no break as far as I can tell,” she calmly reported. “Two fractured ribs on the right side. And you likely have a fracture of the right shoulder. Not great news, but not all that bad either. You’ll live.”



Ace admitted, “Thought I was dead but you saved me. Thanks so much.”



She started administering the injections. “Lucky for you, you literally fell right into my arms. I’m glad I could help. I’m just glad I didn’t have to blow your head off. And for the record, you’re really cute too.”



His facial expression turned confused. “Uh, did I-”



“Your eyes did, and I’m okay with that,” she suddenly cut him off. “Go to sleep and get better. It’ll be a few weeks before you’re well enough to travel again… or do anything else for that matter. Get used to it.”



And Ace would. But he’d soon find out there was one thing that he could still do.



* * * * *




After polite, relaxed conversation about work and their past lives, dinner drew to a close. Being the caring host Dale asked, “Would you care for another glass?”



The bottle they’d been drinking was empty and Cathy shook her head. “No, I’m good. Thanks very much for dinner, it really was great.”



He smiled his thanks. “Look, it was really nice having you over. I had a great time. It’s getting late and you’re probably ready to leave. This is okay with me, you had a traumatizing day. I’m sorry it didn’t work out better for you.”



She smiled coyly. “Are you asking me to leave or allowing me to?”



“I won’t lie, I’d love for you to stay,” Dale sheepishly admitted. “But I’ll understand if you don’t.”



The sun was low in the sky as they sat at a table next to the window. Energy conservation was preached and they all did what they could do to comply. Cathy turned her eyes from him to the reddish-orange glow on the western horizon and briefly admired the view.



“I love to relax and listen to music,” she mentioned.



“Then let’s go into the living room.”



Cathy was already familiar with the trailer’s layout because they were all identical. When the drone program started there wasn’t enough housing in the area to support the sudden increase to its small size, so the federal government bought trailers to house the new employees. They were located on a lot of sandy ground within a short walking distance from the airfield.



The master bedroom and bathroom were located on one end, two smaller bedrooms and a small bath on the other, with the kitchen and living room in the middle. It was a pretty typical floor plan and one that had worked well enough for them. They were furnished already.



And just as things were going well the virus hit.



Dale showed her to the couch and in the diminishing light coming in through the living room window he turned on a stereo amplifier along with a CD player pre-loaded with six CD’s he thought she might appreciate. Before returning to her side he turned on two fans to try and fight off the heat.



“I’ve known you for a few years now but we never really talked before,” Cathy realized. “So what’s your story anyway?”



“Twenty years in the great old USAF as a bomb loader,” he began. “First marriage didn’t last, I was deployed overseas too much for her liking. Never found a reason to try a second time. Then I retired, heard about this job, and here I am.”



“And here you are,” she confirmed.



He asked, “What about you?”



“I wasn’t big on school, although I did graduate high school and completed a degree at a small city college in Information Technology. I was mesmerized by the internet and wanted to learn how it all worked. I held on to a couple of small jobs with no future then saw an advertisement for this one. I applied just for the hell of it with no real expectations.



“To be honest I wasn’t impressed with the location but it was the first opportunity for a career I’d had to that point. It sounded interesting and the pay and benefits were good compared to what I’d been earning. So here I am.”



Dale grinned. “And I’m so very glad you are.”



Once their conversation stopped she leaned against him. Dale took this as an invitation to reach one arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. His other hand grasped hers with fingers interlocked like lovers.



“I’m glad you came,” he said before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.



She giggled. “You missed.”



“No, I always hit what I aim for,” he answered. “In the USAF we aim high, that’s our motto.”



“Aiming high might be good for the USAF, but it’s not going to get you what you want out of me.”



He grinned. “Point taken.”



His next kiss was placed directly on her soft, tasty lips. After a few soft, patient meetings of their lips they widened. Dale’s tongue extended into her succulent mouth and the wet muscles eagerly entwined. Cathy sighed as her entire body suddenly relaxed and melted into his arms as she felt the heat of arousal beginning to build in her loins.



His hands were placed on either side of her face as the kissing turned feverish. Cathy felt the heat in her body growing as both nipples stiffened from her building excitement. She appreciated the fact that he was taking it slow yet at the same time her much-younger, sexually-tantalized body was screaming for more.

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