Ninety years, that's my final offer."She hugged me. "No. Forever or nothing."I picked her up, hugging her tight. "Fine. But I get to choose which side...of the bed is mine." Of course! It's always the other side next to me." Damn it, girl. Leave me some pride. Do I get to at least name our kids?"She looked up at me, her eyes wide. "Do ... do you really want to have children with me?" If at all possible. A house full." Really?" she asked nervously.I drew her over to the chair, and sat her on my. She had taken the time to undress fully and orderly placed her backpack in the corner, normally her paranoia rivaled with her lust enough to make her keep her clothes on and her rifle near in case someone was keen on disturbing her little moment of peace in a world that knew none.That did its part to keep her from rushing it like she did whenever she took a quick masturbation break during her scavenging hunts, the winds on her naked skin felt warm enough even at this height and with the sun. With Gerald’s help, they opened several of the canned foods that he had put up and heated up a variety of vegetables for dinner. By the time they sat down to dinner, the kitchen smelled of fresh vegetables and turkey and everybody sat down in a refreshed state of mind. Both Gwen and her daughter commented on how good the vegetables tasted while Gerald praised the turkey. After dinner, Gerald showed her around his garden and storage room. Cherilyn had found things on the computer and was lost in. If they wanted to be picked up together, they’d have to stay together as much as possible. “Could we, like, sit on the other side of the room and pretend not to know you?”Simon laughed. “Yes, you can ignore us until the Confederacy arrives.”“OK, I can do that if I have to,” she said. She wouldn’t like doing it, but the three of them did need to stay together whenever they went out. Imagine making out with Ron in the back seat while Simon and Miriam were in the front. What a thought! Almost as.