"Eric looked at me. Damn, why did he always do that? Eric could controlpeople easily, but he just wasn't an original thinker. With credentialslike tha..., he'd probably be President of the United States some day. Sookay, I was the guy who usually came up with the new ideas. This wasn'tgoing to be the exception to the rule."The first thing we need to do," I began, "is not panic." Hitchhiker's Fucking Guide to the Galaxy, man," Chuck snorted. Thatactually got a nervous chuckle from the rest of us.I. Above him, the husband and wife team kissed passionately, enjoying watching the pleasure they were each getting from their fucktoy.“Fingers too, Ben,” Smita said, feeling herself getting close. He managed to bring his hand around and slot three fingers in under his chin, burying them to the knuckles with no difficulty. She immediately began bucking and humping his face, then suddenly arched her back and cried out, squirting all over his face. He lapped it up thirstily, rubbing his lips over. "We want you guys to have a good sleep too," said the middle one, the most savvy."Don't worry," she said. "We'll be fine. We should have power tomorrow. Have fun." Sure you won't join us?" the offering mother said. "We've got plenty of room." Positive," he said. "Thanks."They waved goodbye to the kids as they drove off in the minivan. "They'll forget about us as soon as they turn the corner," she said."Good."Except for a generator coughing its incessant death rattle one street over and several. It was thenext morning, and we were with Alwyn at her home. "He's still running andjumping around the house like he hasn't done in years! You should seeit!" But I failed!" It came out in a tortured wail. I hid my head in myhands, not so much because of grief now, but in shame and anger atmyself. "How could I have failed him so?" You did what we thought no one could ever do. It may be that he'll livethe rest of his life like this, and if he does, that's okay. We werealready resigned to far worse.