On the way down to the nextdeck they had to detour around another collapsed bulkhead. This one hadcollapsed inward and had sealed off the lower levels...from them. It wastoo large a blockage for them to crawl through and the three men werereduced to shifting the rubble and picking their way through thewreckage until they could clear enough of it away to pass out of theshaft and back onto the main deck again.The ship shuddered again as another salvo fired by its killer struck thehull somewhere. My right hand continued digging two fingers against the crotch of her jeans right over her clit. My left hand was firmly planted on the back of Sasha's head, forcefully keeping her head down as I had my way with her. And as she squealed and groaned in orgasmic ecstasy, I finally picked my head up and looked around.For the most part, students milled about going in both directions just minding their own business. But some unkempt guy with shaggy hair, glasses, and ill-fitting clothes stood alone. “Oh, shit. Here we go,” Paul thought to himself. He had no game plan. He would just have to wing it.He laid back and patiently waited out the sequence of random motions she made as she woke. The suspense was unbearable.Marcy lifted the nearest side of her body for a second and Paul got a fleeting glance of the ample swell of her breast pressed against the mattress. Jesus, what a whopper! That little peek was probably going to give him another boner, but he was too impressed to mind.Then. After the battle, everybody would join in to clean up the mess and drive the caravan back to the revolutionaries base. There, the women would be given the choice of returning home or remaining with the revolutionaries.Aelinor had placed 3 men on either side of the road to catch escapees, no matter which way they ran in panic. The women were always locked inside the caravan wagons, so they wouldn't be going anywhere until the doors were unlocked. But you never knew what people could accomplish.