I was dead set against it and she continued to try to convince me both with words and her body. Between the debate and our carnal antics, the alarm cl...ck next to the bed glowed three fifty-three A.M. by the time we even thought about sleep.The last few days had been cloudy and chilly, so being woken up by the morning sun was nice, but I wasn’t ready to get up. Therefore, I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to go back to sleep. My phone decided to get in on the fun. I didn’t bother. So enjoyyour manhood for the rest of the year."I knew I'd better get out while the getting was good, I got on my bikeand hightailed it home. As I pulled up to my house I saw my Father'sangry face in the window. I thought about not stopping but where would Igo? Sooner or later, I had to go home. Dad didn't stop yelling foralmost 2 hours, not about being out all night, but it seems what he wasreally mad about was he bet the mortgage payment on the game. Mom justsat there on the couch, staring me. A red glow in the background suggests both a sunset and the flames of the still burning city below." As the scene opens a young man of 28 crawls out of the tent, clad only in blue jeans with a fig leaf hastily stitched onto the front. A handkerchief is tied around his head. He is 'Michael' Adamson Chauvin III, the last surviving male after a nuclear holocaust." (Apprehensively walking away from the tent, peering into the distance, he says)"Michael: Amy, is that you?"'Amy' Evelyn Libber enters. “Those shards are so important for you guys to find. Conflict usually unearths it too.”“It does both usually,” she responded. “It draws us to the area naturally. The problem is that the fighting masks it very well too. We can go through whole conflicts and wars and find nothing. Those shards are incredibly difficult to find. I mean, you could be standing on it before you will even notice them if you’re lucky.”“What do they look like?”“They give off a variety of colors when you look at it,”.