Carefully I open this and inside appeared to be a private journal, written in the very flowy handwriting of that time. Near the back of the book a sm...ll note or letter had been tucked inside the dust jacket. I took it out it smelled the faint scent of roses even after all this time. On the folded paper in red ink was a small poem and a woman's lip print on the paper. I had no idea that women had lipstick in the 1800s. The poem said said " A kiss from me sends lust to thee, free from. Ronnie again ran her hand over my cock and balls, this time unobstructed by my pyjamas, she cupped my balls in her hand, rolling them around, playing with them. She seemed enthralled with them, I wondered what she was thinking as she played with the balls that had produced the sperm that had created her.Whatever she was thinking, finally she was satisfied, she released my balls and moved her hand back to my cock. Ronnie gripped my cock quite firmly and started to move her hand up and down the. "Atom… wants you… for… Himself…" rattled the semi-conscious man next to her, "Don't… fight… the Glow…"And his breath shuddered from him for the last time, leaving Paige to rage in her mind against those who had betrayed her, until darkness finally consumed her.Paige was dreaming, she was sure of it, because it didn't feel real in any sense besides the fact that she is lucid and feeling as though time is passing.A dull green glow suffused the surroundings, like a radstorm, but somehow more. Jack flew up higher and higher.He could see the full moon over his left shoulder. It was pockmarked with the craters of countless impacts from falling meteorites. Jack wondered why the Space Program had not continued to expand into colonizing the moon with its untold wealth of minerals and other carbon matter. The textbooks at school were filled with photos of the American astronauts on the surface of the moon and no mention at all of the complicated systems that put them there.He was flying.