Maybe later on he could get a trike with modified hand controls. ‘A fucking trike is for old men and cripples.’ John pouted.John found an apartmen... complex and Sandy volunteered to come over and help him unpack. Her kindness and help during the past six months had made them real close and wore down on John’s normally rash behavior toward women since Christy. It did not take long to unpack the few items that John had and Sandy even helped him assemble his bed. The Wounded Warrior Project helped. He stood and put them in his pocket before she could protest. He reached under her skirt again and slid his fingers through her warm, wet slit. She put her head back against the wall and moaned again. He leaned in close and pressed his mouth to hers as he slid two of his fingers into her needy cunt, swallowing her sigh of pleasure. He probed her mouth with the same thoroughness he employed on her cunt, making her breath come fast and her body sing. She could feel herself getting closer and. When the last two of the staff died, we were alone in the hospital. Neither of us had anywhere to go. My parents, brother, and sister were in Orlando and I had to presume that they were dead. Nothing had been heard from anyone in that area since the Day. I could have evacuated by plane but I watched two of them crash from pilots who were infected. Flying just didn't seem safe to me. Maria had been a little bit sick but recovered. She was a widow with one child who had lived to the east. She had. True, as a lowly engineer, she rarely got to leave the ship, to physically explore all the 'strange new worlds' that the recruitment ads talked about. They were certainly there – she could see them through the windows – but she rarely had the opportunity to set her feet on alien soil. But she didn't mind that too much. There was plenty to keep her busy on the Endeavour, a state-of-the-art research vessel, with several sophisticated features. And, of course, she had to prove herself and work her.