Perhaps in the order of the universe he knew and understood he should be dead, he had – after all – challenged the sea and lost. He would be lost ...o this world if not for the efforts of this man and this woman who had come to visit him – twice – in the clinic. Now the two people from the yacht waited for him in the shade of a cypress tree, they watched him as he worked his hands along the smooth, freshly laminated mast, then as he paused at the little wooden tiller where he had made his final. "His wife Alexandra, and his daughters Denise and Kathy. On the other end is my daughter, Jennifer. That's Ken, her significant other as they say, next to her."Ryan looked hard at Dalia's oldest. There was something familiar about him. He knew he'd seen him somewhere before.The mystery was solved a few moments later when he spotted another picture of a younger Jack at the end of the wall. In that photo he was wearing the gold and red colors of Ryan's college."Your son is Rocket Collins?" Ryan. But I was conscious of the fact that Rosie could probably handle another climax. Thoughts of the phallus played in my mind. It was lying near me on the bed. Yes, I decided to put it to good use.I roused myself and took control of Rosie, ignoring her halfhearted protests, putting her in a similar position to myself earlier, on her back with legs well spread. The ivory knob slid easily passed her pink petals and imbedded just inside her open hole. I eased the phallus forward into her gobbling. That meant that, for awhile, Emily was the only woman we had who was likely to be fertile. I know Emily and I, on our way down here from Chicago, discussed that fact quite a lot."I wondered then, and I wonder now, what kind of society we're going to have, in the future. Finding Geneva, and then three more women, and three female children, in Ft. Myers, well, that's been a huge relief, because it shows us that maybe women survived the Virus as well as the men did. Right now, our male-female.