"Alright, Hoss, what will it be?" asked the barkeep, whom I didn't recognize."Name's Ike. And it will be Cuervo Gold. Hold the worm, please," I joked ... little despite my misery."On the rocks?" the man asked me."Hell, no! I want it straight and neat. No chaser. Salt and lime, though," I told him, knowing exactly what I wanted."So be it, Sonny. Sorry ... Ike, you said, right? I'm BJ. Short for Billy Joel, but then my parents were big fans of his," the guy said through his decaying teeth."Ah, I. My stomach rumbles. My supplies are out. I need to go shopping. Great.It's a long way from dusk. I don't like the night. It scares me. Me, thelast man on earth. Afraid of the dark. But this apocalypse is nothinglike I am Legend. My fate pales into significance against The Omega Mans.I wish the world were populated by blood sucking vampires or pasty facedzombies, something I could take a shotgun to in cathartic blood lust andrage. Something spine tingling to get the adrenaline going, to save. The sauna is quit dry as it has not been used for a while so Tom puts some water on the hot stones to get some steam going and then head to the top seats on to the left.As he is on his own, he opens up his towel to let the sauna do its work, takes a drink of ice cold water and rests his head on the back wall to chill.He has only been in there for about ten minutes when the door opens and the two young girls from the bar enter. Tom must have been having a sexy dream as he wakes to see his big. She whimpered and he shushed her. Applying a little more pressure, but not moving his fingers, he blew harder. She wanted to explode, was so very close to orgasm, but he played her body like a virtuoso and could keep her on the edge for hours. More pressure, more air, so much that her skin burned like fire and her stomach muscles clenched, yearning for release. She didn't move, but she couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Please," she cried out. "Christ, fuck me, stop this torture." His hand slid.