He folded the page and stuffed it back in the envelope. Christmas was coming and he’d have to find some kind of gift for folks.He stepped outside to...visit the community house. He walked over to the community house taking in his surroundings. After the snow storm, the temperature had climbed and now all of the snow was melting. Rather than being a pristine white, the snow was dirty and gray. It was ugly, but that didn’t affect his good mood. Making the walk dangerous was the fact that the snow. I thought about jogging nude, for a bit, but with the size of my breasts I might knock myself out if I did that. So I put on my sports bra and top and grabbed my panties and was just about to put them on when I said to myself “why?”. The t-shirt I was wearing was my husbands and was an XL size. It came down to my mid thigh, so I said to myself – what the fuck. It would be exciting and still comfortable, and if I past anyone they would not know I was naked down below. Now, what should I do. In our case, that is a particularly apt title. The reason is that while it was at the top of the building, it wasn’t really a part of it. We received utility service from the building, of course, but didn’t even need to. For electric power, there was a Caterpillar diesel generator sized at more than double the apartment’s peak power consumption. Its fuel supply could keep it going for more than a year without the need for refueling. For water, we had an Olympic-sized 50-meter pool with eight. He noticed Sarah watching him and gave her a little smile and a wave as the bus rushed past him. She raised her own hand to wave back, but only got it part-way up before she saw the woman running along behind him. She was completely naked, or nearly so, except for her running shoes and ankle socks, and was clearly struggling to keep up with the man. They were gone in a second, but Sarah could just make out the smooth metal collar that encircled her neck and the leash that ran from it straight.