On returning she had seen the cat and her three surviving kittens in the cave and enjoying the heat. She had crept slowly around them so as not to sca...e them off. By this time, four weeks later, Emma was warily accepted by the mother and loved by her delightful brood.Emma had been lucky enough to find quite a lot of very useful things in the remains of the huts that she had so painstakingly demolished. Among the treasure trove was a box of matches, a pistol and some ammunition. Nothing that she. Our sameness. It feels never-ending. Like the first kiss I ever had, I’m drunk from it, but unlike that kiss, which felt good because of the promise of what it would lead to next, this one feels different. This kiss feels like sex itself.When we finally come up for air, we don’t lose a second. We tear at each other’s clothes; he loses a button and I hear the seams of my t-shirt ripping.“What about you, huh? He murmurs, “You scared of what I’m going to do to you now?”I can’t speak, I don’t trust. He was thinking she did so because she wanted more, and so he took her behind the shelter and made her pregnant.We want to say 'No', but why should we, when it's natures way to override the concerns of men who are not there and want to be. These cynical men are no better than those who successfully gain access and manipulate female erectile tissue to new heights, and stir our wombs with cocks, once seen, and never thought possible to go into places too small in our minds to comprehend. My first. She didn't look up at me or anything until afterward, when she said, "What?" The curiously innocent smile on her face told me that I must have an expression on my face of some kind."Nothing," I told her. "You're just really cute."She blushed then, but then slugged me on the shoulder playfully and said, "Whatever." She glanced at my tent, then back up at me, with no expression on her face that she knew what was going on.Just then her mother opened the door to the garage. I had less than a.