He moved home after graduation and ran into a guy with whom he had never been close friends even though he had known him for ages. The guy was known a... Duck.Duck was looking to get an apartment. Shawn thought it was a good idea too, They moved decided to be roommates. They rented a 2-bedroom, 1-bath apartment. Within a week, the overly masculine Duck was fucking the DL in-between acting bottom Shawn.Shawn loved living with Duck, but he hated that the sexy, caramel-skinned man still fucked. Tears started down my face as he grunted and levered his bulky body onto the bed to lie on me, squashing me beneath his hairy bulk. There was no preamble, no foreplay, no consideration – his thick prick slipped between my thighs as his pubic hair scratched my abdomen. “Open up!” he roared in a rush of beer laden breath and BO. I saw his eyes, almost sightless, rolling in his head. I whimpered and he hit me again. After that I just lay there as he reached down with one hand and levered my legs. Mom was barefoot and had trouble keeping up. Ruby and Jade had to occasionally jog to stay within view of their leader. I was also barefoot, but the stone floors of the hallways were cool and smooth. It was only a matter of time before Mom and I would have problems walking.The air in the vault wasn’t musty or damp. It was dry and comfortable, which I was glad for considering I was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. When we turned the third corner, however, I felt a cool breeze flowing along. February 26th 2012So I found this journal in one of the suitcases. I'm going to use itto record the end of the life of the only survivor of Flight 816, alsoknown as me, Michael Cairns. If anyone ever finds this shithole, atleast they'll know what happened, to both the plane and me. The sun'salready starting to go down though, and I've still got to finishimproving the shelter. I think there might be another storm rollingin, so I need to do as much as I can to waterproof it. I can't.