Com/stories/postapocalyptic-reality-1-640119Of course, her pack might not appreciate other wasteland critters fucking her – and she might have probl...ms scavving with the pack in tow. Come to think of it, returning to her old camp with a pack of mongrels (even if they will let her) might be a bit problematic. She wasn’t ready to abandon her hunting rifle or her laser weapons (even if fusion cells are hard to get), and though she didn’t really need her tent or sleeping bag right now, she didn’t. As Donna passed me on her way to her car she said, “Be careful driving and thank you!”I’m sure I blushed when I nodded wordlessly in acknowledgment. It felt different being out from underneath Donna’s dress and face to face with the everyday Donna. She got into her car and pulled away. I carried the single bag of groceries in where I found Renee putting things away.I set the bag on the counter and excused myself to the bathroom. I gave another of those long looks at myself in the mirror as if. ‘I accepted that as soon as you agreed to go back,’ I said. ‘Knowing you as you are now, this time you won’t be aiming to scrape through, you’ll be going for gold.’ She grinned. I was right. Now it was coming home to me as well that our idyllic home life was going to change radically and in short order. In a few days she would not be living in my flat with me, and in the coming days she needed to abandon her usual work around the house, and get down to acclimatising herself to academic work.. If she said yes, then we'd dance. While we were dancing, I'd invite her out to the club for lunch, and maybe, some tennis, on Monday. If she said no, I'd still stand there, and ask her to be my guest for lunch on Monday. If she asked me why I wanted to take her to lunch, I'd tell her it was so we could discuss our differences. If she said no to my invitation for lunch, I was planning on acting surprised by her refusal, and then I'd go ask Mama to help me with Brenda again. It would look like I.