Is it really April already? The savory, sweet smell of my special-blend coffee woke me before my alarm, as usual, but this time before the coffee make...’s din-din-ding alert. Eyes closed, I walk my home labyrinth through my bedroom, to, and down the stairs, past my dining room, and into my kitchen as my brew’s soothing scent reaches out for me with its captivating tendrils. The time on the coffee maker is flashing 12:00 over and over.I’m guessing the power failed, but when? The carafe is nearly. .” She frowned.“However, you don’t want just anyone to have unlimited access. That’s fine, we can set things up so that they can’t use them without me. Jerome in Security mentioned that to me, in an oblique way as well. It’s...”She interrupted me. “Oh, you’re the Director now, you don’t have to justify what you want to me. I report to you, actually. Here, let me see your Pip-Boy again.” I handed it to her. She began making some more adjustments to it. It only took her a couple of. " A: bullshit and B: do you always have to prance around naked?" I questioned, seeing us both in the mirror."What?" she asked, turning to me. "Don't you like my naked body?" she inquired, shaking around somewhat.I turned to her too and scanned her body from top to bottom. "You have nice proportional tits, a flat stomach, skinny legs, a cute face, lovely blonde curly hair and to top it all off, a sexy landing strip. Yes, I like your nude figure, but I'm not a lesbian. I swear, I think you are. With each kiss she seemed to melt more into his arms. They were sitting on a couch in a darkened corner of the basement and as one slow song after another played on the stereo her emotions swelled higher and higher.She had never felt this way when her husband Bill kissed her. His kisses were bland and boring, but Brad's were electric. His lips pressed against hers with extraordinary sensitivity, his tongue teased her with its thrusts and explorations, his hands roamed her body and set her on.