Can we call them, please?"She had a point but I was terribly worried about getting us to safety, so I suggested something. "If I give you my phone, ca... you call your mother while I keep going, so we can get out of here before the fire gets much worse?"She loved that idea, and I handed her my phone. The stairwell was as empty as a tomb. Whoever could get out was long gone, and we were alone, possibly trapped, and the fire was right above us. That kept me moving, even though my legs and back. Deshawn didn't expect much resistance from the band of survivors because his experience was they tended to either turn and run or simply surrender and take the consequences. That was his first mistake. His second mistake was to discount the fighting role of females in the surviving band even though they had turned to the women to help out themselves and it seemed to be working out just fine. They came upon a small party of the survivors in the rolling foothills behind the State Park. His optics. So, this week, have you been able to maintain this routine?”“Oh, yes, Sir. Of course it takes longer this week. Because the interruption in the run is three times longer.”“Wonderful, so the boys are fitting right in.”I look at him startled, wondering if that was a tease. He notices and says, “Oh dear that must have been Freudian. I just meant they must be getting along with Cody and your life style.”I laugh and with a blush say, “Actually, both meanings are true.”“All three, you really are. How about next Monday?” “Mmm!” I agreed happily. “Let’s both take the whole day off work. Maybe we can beat my record of seven straight hours of sex?” “I like the way you think, Kat!” “Well, I love the way you fuck me, Dave!” We made our trysts weekly, and then twice weekly. Sometimes we went to a motel, sometimes we made love outdoors under a tree or in the bushes or at a secluded beach – or in the stairways of secluded buildings before and after their offices opened. We also commuted in.