”“I think I can manage that. First, there are three doors to this room, with staircases between, each door of different thicknesses of steel. They...each have a different letter and number combination. If I ever forgot what they were, I would be stuck down here with you, and we’d both die eventually. There is plenty of fresh air. I have a ventilation system set up where there is more than enough air to keep you alive. Come here.”She knew better now not to disobey. She approached him slowly. He. I rubbed my middle finger against her clit, and pushed it inside. Boy was she wet! She started to move her hips in a circle, clearly enjoying this new feeling. As the music kept going, the couples on the floor still 'dancing' and everyone watching, I decided to go for it. I pulled out my erection, lifted her dress so that I made direct contact with her ass. As she was wearing a thong, there was a lot of skin on skin. The heat and sweat only made it slide against her that much easier. She. He refused to look at her. He squared his jaw and stared right over the top of her head, unmoving. Slowly she traced the tattoo on his side, her green eyes wide and bright with amazement. ‘They’re so beautiful’ she murmured softly. Slowly, Derek’s gaze dropped. His stony, cold expression melted away and he stared at her. ‘You don’t think they’re ugly?’ he asked softly. ‘No.’ She breathed. He looked like a man. He lowered his head to her, and she reached up, lips almost touching. She felt. ”“They’ve probably got you surrounded,” Hammond said.“Bullshit. We got folks all around here. We’re fucking warriors despite the shit they did to us over in the big sandy. They may have infected us with some nasty shit, but they didn’t take away our ability to fight,” the man answered.At the exit of the tunnel, Carl held out a hand and said, “Good luck.”“Same to you,” the man said. He winked and said, “I might not ever see you again, until we’re both knocking on the gates of hell, but I.