An hour or so later, Bridget returned with a couple of blankets, a stoneware bottle and a smile."I 'member you," she said, making up a bed in the back...of the black wagon. "You the one with a root like a maple tree, ain't cha?"I added my blanket roll, and we climbed in and got reacquainted, warming each other and gnawing at one another's mouth. She grunted when I entered her and heaved her big rump about to get comfortable as I began plowing her rich acres. She moaned and groaned and urged me on. “There’s a name from the past. Where did you see her?”“In Doctor Mercer’s waiting room. She was there with a friend who provided me with all the evidence I need to refuse pharmaceutical intervention now and forever. No drugs. Period. End of discussion.”“Tiger...” Jessica sighed.“Don’t ‘Tiger’ me!” I warned. “I can’t live like that. That life is NOT worth living.”“But, Steve,” Kara said, sounding very concerned.“I will find another way,” I said. “Because I can’t be a zombie. I can’t.”“You’re. Warm, sticky white liquid trickled down the crack of my backside. Some of it went in my asshole, but I just rubbed this around with my fingers. Next up: Harry, Rick, and Buddy. Hank and Rick made a sandwich out of me while Buddy sat by and got a blowjob (I warned him, before we got started, that he had better not piss in my face again, although Hank insured me that he wouldn't, not while he was kneeling on his bed, that is). I was sitting on Hank's cock (it was up my ass), while Rick was. . Well ... I ... Uh...”“Oh, don’t worry. I never try to turn someone from hetero into homo. But men are, like, yuck.” She looked around the table and lowered her eyes. “Um ... present company excepted, of course,” she sighed. Lieutenant Smith visibly wilted. His eyes had not left her since she burst into the dining room.“What do you plan to do now?” Colonel Smythe asked.“As soon as it opens Monday, I’m going to the American embassy and asking for asylum,” Scarlett said firmly. “Will you shelter.