Now on with the story:I had worked late a few years back, like almost all night. It was summer and the k**s were off from school. So when I got home I...was dreading watching my k**s since I had no sleep at all. My ex wife called one of the sitters we had used in the past. She was 18 and had just graduated high school and was excited to get some extra money for spending as she prepared for going away to college that fall.I sleep in the nude and I left the door open to my room out of habit about 3. Jacobs, how may I help you?" Consuela, I asked you to call me Ken please. I would like to see into the cabins and I thought that you might have the keys. I didn't want to bother Mrs. Horne if I didn't have to." I do have the keys Mr. Jacobs," she reached to the right of the door and pulled a set of keys off of a hook, "and you are going to be above me so I cannot call you by your first name sir." I'm just the maintenance man; I won't be in charge of you Consuela." I saw how the Ladies were. Everyone's eyes on you," I felt her shiver between my thighs. Knowing that was my cue, my hand reached under the back of her skirt and grabbed the back of her thong. A quick yank and it was gone. Her eyes went wide and she shivered again. I held the now ruined panties, beneath our noses. The scent of her sex filled our nostrils. Her grin reappeared and she pressed her forehead to mine, "I'm in." She kissed me long and hard, pulling my long haired wig from it's meticulous placement. Then she. Ours will make more sense if only one tells it."George, you were elected leader six months ago. Here's a chance to lead." She chuckled.George now said, "Welcome to Port Lavaca. We call ourselves Lavacans now. We fish, farm, and refine gas for our boats and vehicles. Our story is simple. We were here before the Day and survived the virus. We have taken some people in over the years but it's tough to get through Houston. We're big enough that they don't bother us and we try not to bother them..