I cried for my parents dead in that accident. I cried for Dot and Sue and their parents. I cried for Sam and Angie and their parents. I cried for the ...an I shot who had killed their dad and mom. I cried for myself. I just let it out. I was tired of death. I was tired of being alone. The tension of always being watchful, of having no one watching my back, was dragging me down. I didn't understand the violence. There were so few of us left. I finally wept myself dry.I got up and took a quick. She was cute, practically beautiful if it wasn’t for the fact that she was the most retarded human being I had ever met. ‘Well . . . did you have to use a dildo that’s just been used?’ She hummed curiously and looked at the big black piece of rubber. She licked it like a popsicle, and the sight sent a shiver all the way to my cock. ‘She tastes good,’ she said, licking the dildo. ‘Who?’ ‘Your mom.’ ‘WHAT?’ Nancy hadn’t been insulting me. She was too stupid for that. ‘Your mom. She’s in the next. Not another one,Miss Fenner thought,feeling really embarrassed in front of the fire chief and the school governor.Once the fire chief had left and all the students had returned to their classes,Miss Fenner and the school governor sat in her office."This has got to stop,it's out of control,15 false fire alarms this month,students falling grades ,a vandalism epidemic on the school grounds;when are you going to do something", Mr. Peters the school governor said,exasperation in his voice. "You have. High above the cavern the Cobalt-Thorium clock keeps its irregular count. In the early days the count decreased rapidly dropping by a point every day. Two months later the ticks came only every other day and two months after that it was once every four days. Today it is barely one a week. Each tick is now an excuse for a party. Not that this is exactly unusual, there being little else to do. The whole cavern is fully automated including the nuclear pile. Which is just as well since none of us.