Not all the food was contaminated by radiation or age. Canned goods were the safest. Even if the cans were radioactive, her body handled radioactivity...the same as it did the fierce burning rays of the sun. Too much would make her sick, but at night she would recover.Water was scarce here. Even so, she didn't want to leave this spot. There was enough food stored nearby to last for several years. She could put together collectors to catch water from the fierce thunderstorms that swept over her. "Scott, don't do anything stupid. Come back to me, please!" Kirsty cried as she realised what was afoot."Don't fret princess, get yourself to the hiding place we prepared, I will be able to function better knowing you're safe."I ran down towards the bay, pleased to see the islanders performing their allotted tasks as we had planned. I had begun to wear a kilt in the last week, my jeans somewhat the worse for wear and I shrugged my plaid off of my shoulder to free myself of any possible. M. Gail wore a white, short sleeved blouse, tight jeans and sandals. Her short blonde hair was now longer, very blonde and tied back in a little pony tail. She wore no make-up and, to me, had curves in all the right places. She was on the thin side and tall, taller than me. She was all legs.Standing there in the hotel room, I admit that I was nervous. Could I keep up my end of the bargain for three days? Gail could fake it. I either would have an erection or I dwouldn’t, I would either shoot. ." you say with a tired smile after you break the short but precious kiss."You can't call me that... not for another few days anyways..." she says with a grin as she smiles and sticks out her hand which has your crest half drawn on to indicate that you two are to be married."But I want it now..." you say as you lean into her causing you to now lay on top of her with your hands on either side of her head for support. You then look down and admire her emerald green eyes and her cherry red lips..