She went in to get me a towel and I stood up and took off my wet shirt, to reveal my muscular and hairy body. She came in, and looked startled at firs..., and tossed me a towel, and used another to start towelling her own hair. There was a deep sexual tension in the air, and she turned away from me, slowly, whilst talking.”I thought it didn’t rain here in November. Isn’t this unseasonal?””Yes” I said.”I hope it doesn’t rain next week, it’s my birthday.”“Yeah, let’s hope so.” I said, and started. He ran his hands all over them."And I thought Yvette had beautiful legs," he said softly. "Wow, you're something else, Laura. It's going to be a pleasure to punish you."Next, with exquisite slowness just to torture her, he drew her panties over her uptilted buns, then skimmed them down her legs and off. He ran his hands all over her naked ass, digging his fingers into the resilient cheeks."Laura, some black women don't have asses as good as this," he said admiringly, before slipping his finger. Kim quickly made her way to the club chair she had inhabited earlier. "Um, I have a few more questions for tonight, and Terri needs to get the photos, then we'll be out of your hair. Thanks for letting me continue, I guess I needed to clear my head after your story, I mean it's so unbelievable, but interesting I mean."'Fuck, you're rambling Kim, you sound like an asshole. Get it together.' She thought to herself as she tried to settle down. Just being in the apartment again was bringing back. No one understood what went wrong, but by late evening a massive exodus from the city occurred. The roads were swamped, cars traveling mere feet per hour. People in their desperation abandoned their cars—making the situation worse—and fled the city on foot. The majority never got far.In the months before, a medical crisis unfolded. An unknown condition resulted in people entering a vegetative state. More dead than alive, they hung on to life despite all expectations their systems would shut.