We picked up one survivor, Shirley Ames, a student here."Yes sir, I know. It's very quiet here. I thought of something that you might want to consider... The bread here is getting stale. Why don't you and Uncle Ed take your trucks, liberate a couple of freezers each, and fill them with perishables. Mom and Aunt Mary can help you pick out the right things."Yes sir. I don't think there will be any deliveries. The roads were totally empty. I think three percent may be optimistic." Yes sir, you are. Allison watched the sun coming up over the horizon as she sat waiting for the bus. Since the nightmare had started, she couldn't go back to sleep.She took a hot shower as soon as her father and mother were asleep again. Even a week after Alex's death and Allison's Birth (As she thought of it) she was still exploring the refinements of her new sex. She admired the attention that the boys gave her and enjoyed being able to look at the bodies of the girls in the locker room. She was pretty sure. He was well overweight, lazy and had a rather short uncircumcised penis, at most 5 inches when fully erect. Occasionally I’d get him to do some chores and when he was done I’d give him a hand job. He’d last about all of two minutes, not what I’d call a stud.These guys in the gym on the other hand were quite the studs. You could make out a nice package in their shorts. Well, one day the guys asked me and my girlfriend if we’d help them out with a competition they were. Then one by one men that Joyce never met before began coming to the table shaking hands with John and then moving to Joyce kissing her lightly on the cheek before taking their seats. As the fourth man occupied the last chair the drinks waiter came along, and John ordered a bottle of champagne with six glasses, before the main Maitre D came over with the menus. This time John left each person to order their own choice of food, and he noticed that the Maitre D took Joyce’s order before everyone.