Niall built ‘a handful of fire’ as he called it--only enough to heat water for tea--and they sat by it drinking their tea, and eating their bread,...with a small bit of smoked fish that Maeve had brought along. While they ate, they talked of Maeve’s life; she told Niall there’d been a fellow with his cap set for her, but he seemed more intent on her father’s lands than on her. She being an only child, her husband would likely follow her father as castellan.As they cleared away after the meal,. There was a general malaise about everything that all survivors were feeling. It seemed that there was no point. If women could not restart the human race, it was all over. It seemed a waste of what little precious time was left to look for men, or try to pull the country back together. If they all died in the next few years what difference would the wasted effort make, but they had to try.If it were not that women were naturally clannish and tended to pull together in a crisis, the U.S. would. You tell me what to wear, what to do, who to fuck…you expose me to whomever you want…and, you get to gauge their reaction to your wife’s naughty behavior, and, you get to watch my reaction to their response…but you’re the one controlling things,”I sighed heavily, before admitting, “Oh, at times, I pretend to resist…occasionally, I put up a little argument, before I relent, but then I do whatever you want me to do. You've always been in control...you know it's true.”I kissed Jim’s chest briefly,. I would've thought it'd be the last thing she'd want to do. (That's a bad choice of phrase given that this was her last time with me. I'll just say that I was very surprised by her wanting sex. I guess I don't understand girls yet.) [[I'd always been VERY happy to have sex with her, and she wanted to make me happy. She believed that to be a large part of why God had put her into my life, because she knew that her beauty was the only way in which she excelled, and we'd all praised her for being.