It was a death trap, and the government knew it. I guess they wanted us to all die in place. Of course, I seem to have survived somehow.The next few d...ys I ate soup, and finished the last of my bread. I looked in the freezer and noticed I still had a small roast. Perhaps it was time to start on heartier food, now that I was no longer nauseated when I ate.I heard a knocking from down the hall. I opened my front door, and looked down the hallway. It was one of the teams of people who went around. My throat was dry – I was hung over, bad – eyes all grunky.“Huh?” I said, wondering if I’d puked somewhere – wondering how we got here.“I wish you’d learn to love yourself, bud. Like I love you. You’re gonna kill yourself - and that’s gonna kill me.”I just shook my head, trying to come to. He got outta bed and I watched his beautiful butt stroll into the bathroom, turn on the shower. “Get in here, fucker, the only way out of this hangover is through it.”He shoved me in the shower, and helped me. "Never one to refuse a beautiful woman, I filled her request and her pussy.Later that day, I went to see Tim, taking along the usual offering of beer. We sat around and talked and drank for a couple of hours, while watching the last of the ball game. "Katie wants you to come to dinner this evening." I don't know, I..." She won't take no for an answer, if you don't show up it will be my ass in a sling. We will look for you around 7:00, I have no idea what we are having, but I'm sure we won't. I watched as, unconcerned with my presence, she undressed. She stretched her back, and I fought to suppress a moan as her breasts pushed against the threadbare cloth of her blouse, stretching the thin material."You just gonna watch, Eric?" she asked, noticing where my eyes were looking. I started to stammer an apology, but she shrugged, again nonchalant. "I don't care if you stay, but you're washing my back."I nodded dumbly as her nimble fingers made quick work of the rest of her clothes, now.