"I feel like a fool right now," She said with a chuckle from between her near tears."I was so bold when I asked you over here and now I feel like a ju...per on the bridge, afraid to do what I know I've talked myself into." She said looking at me through imploring eyes."Sharon, you don't have to do anything. I'm flattered you feel so strongly about me, but you don't have to go through with anything. Maybe you just needed to... " I began before she interrupted."NO, I WANT to do this. I just don't. Diane would blush every time she thought about it but usually felt her heat climbing as well. In the weeks that had followed their tryst, Diane had chatted with Steve on occasion. Things were normal between them. Other than a couple of leering glances, neither had brought up that day. Diane thought that was fine. They all knew what happened. They were all adults and had no need to rehash what had happened like teenagers, but it was on her mind often. Diane had outlived her husband. He had been. Those 15 days of my life was the best days. We had beach sex on a Saturday night when the beach was almost empty. Once we started, we didn’t care whether anybody was looking at us. Perhaps we were seen by some people, but we were so much into each other that we didn’t care about the world.Day by day intimacy increased and we fucked at every opportunity and in every possible place. But the sad part was 15 days were running out so fast. We had completed 13 days already. Today was the last day. We don’t want to go back!” The others nodded their heads. Shirley’s face hardened when she heard about the “sharing.”Linda continued, saying, “We had decided that we would run even if it meant dying rather than go back. Thanks for saving us. We watched the message. Are you really Shirley? You do look like her.”“I’m the Shirley in the message and it’s true we have a community though it’s not quite where I said it was and it’s bigger, too. We don’t like violence, there are too few people already.