The hallway the door opened on was similar in construction to many of the underground facilities we’d been in before. I could hear some noise coming...from the end of the hallway, around a corner. I made sure we were in quiet mode as we crept down the hall.From around the corner, it sounded like a bunch of people were typing on keyboards, all at the same time, like in a busy office. I heard a single voice, it sounded like a young woman. “What’s going on, Sparks?” There were some varying whistles.. I casually remarked to Anil saying, “Anil, I suspect that the friend Samir in this story was you. Is that so?” Anil did not comment. Neena was quite impressed with Anil’s suave talk and behavior. She noticed how Anil avoided using sexy words, did not mention secret body parts and was generally gentlemanly in his descriptions. Anil has very sweet, low and soft voice. One needs to be silent and attentive to hear his soft voice. Neena and I had to push closer to Anil to hear his low voice. My. Simon liked listening to one character that went by the pseudonym "Captain Pete" and kept the alarm clock tuned for his early morning show.It was six o'clock in the morning and Arabella lay awake in Simon's bed listening to the radio. This morning, the Captain had been talking about the large, organized groups of bandits that had moved out of DC and now controlled I-66 from Front Royal to Manassas, effectively cutting the city off from the Valley and its food supply. Several towns had been. She enjoyed it. He probably just had lascivious dreams about her every once in a while, then fucked the shit out of some blonde.She slowed down a little, so she would arrive home just as he got there. At least this kid liked her, as a person, even sweaty, disheveled and nasty smelling. She chuckled to herself as she rounded the corner toward home, seeing him striding down the block, with his little routine, reach back, fold, flip. She'd often wondered why he had kept delivering papers his.