"And if I am lying you can beat the shit out of me if you want to. I won't even fight back. All you have to do is follow me to my house. If you don...t feel right then you can just drive away." "Man, I've heard of white dudes like you." Tyler said mulling over the situation. After a few moments he picked up his beer, drained it, and slammed the empty bottle loudly down onto the table. "Okay, motherfucker, I'll follow you. But this better not be a trick." John's pulse quickened as he heard. Anyway, laying there in post-coital bliss Sophie asked Lewis if he’d heard about a virus that had escaped from a laboratory in China and was threatening the world even more than Ebola or the Spanish Flu. She explained that some scientists were predicting that 10 percent of the world’s population could get wiped out.“Wow,” Lewis said.“Well lover,” Sophie continued, “I’ve had a wicked idea as to how we can exploit this. If there’s a chance that we’ll be dead in a year or so we may as well have as. 'So what are you up to tonight?' I asked.'Looking for my boyfriend''Where is he?''I dunno, he ran off and left me', she replied.'You heading home?' I asked.'Yeah... I actually don't have a place to stay right now.''You homeless?''Yeah.'I know my cock shouldn't have stiffened on hearing that, but it did. We continued walking. She was pulling the suitcase behind her. It made sense now. She was wearing jeans, a winter jacket, wedge heels. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't. What the hell does--?" What are you going to wear to bed tonight?" I don't know. What's your point?" I can pick out your clothes. You don't have to fret over that anymore. I can decide what you wear ... what you eat ... everything. Just think about it. No more decisions. No more headaches. Just let me help you. You once asked for my help ... now I'm offering it. You won't get a second chance. This is a one time offer. Take it or leave it. Do you want your life to be simple? Do you want to feel.