But that was years ago. More than a decade ago at this point, Jim served as a courier and guide, bringing people and supplies between outposts and qua...antine zones. Every so often you could find the remains of a group who opted to live outside the QZs and got infected. More so now since people made the mistake of thinking that everyone who carried the plague was dead, and therefore the plague itself could not spread. Except that it could spread through animals; animals you ate or got attacked. "The woman scowls. "Honestly, I'd be fine with just seeing her get raped daily for the next few years. I know she's the one that killed my husband." Dan Lurio was killed in a gunfight with the Noble Companions at a brothel he ran. The Noble Companions tried to free the sex slaves the mob had accrued over the years. A gunfight erupted, and one of the Companions punched Dan so hard it snapped his neck.The man sighs. "Well, let's just hope for the best. What's the good in having one when we can. He had the covers up so Lauren wouldn't see his rock hard dick pressing against the fabric of his pants.Every now and then he would turn to look at Lauren and try to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. Lauren was trying her best to concentrate on hacking the system but ever since she drank that cup of water her hormones had going crazy. Even her best friend Bethany's annoying little brother was starting to look like a guy she might sleep with. The more she tried to ignore it the more her hormones. .." Yes... honey," Laura breathed into her ear, nipping the shapely lobe as she lowered her mouth again to Carmela's neck. "Do you want me to stop?" Oh, no," Carmela panted, twisting in Laura's embrace. "Oh god, it's making me so hot."Laura kissed her neck and her throat, moving her hands up Carmela's warm, smooth back underneath her top, kneading the flesh under her shoulderblades. She kissed her jaw, her cheek, her mouth again, a sharp, searing, demanding kiss. Laura was almost afraid of her.