He wasn't a bad looking guy but he was black and Erica had never found black men particularly attractive. He did have a nice body though, and even she...couldn't deny that. He had broad shoulders, a thick neck and a flat stomach like an NFL linebacker.Erica had been born and raised in South Carolina. She was something of a redneck and was a product of her environment. She liked fast cars and big trucks. She shot guns and enjoyed fishing and in select company she used the "n" word. She twitched a little because it tickled and before she knew it, SMACK! As second slap on her ass. "Ow! That hurt!" she cried. "And if you make another move it will hurt even more" he replied as he continued to trace out the contours of her ass. "Every time you make a move, I'm going to spank you. If you try to get away, or stop me, it will just get worse. So just settle down and enjoy..." With that he ran his fingers up the crack, and was rewarded with a twitch of her muscles. SMACK! She. .. ok. Cleaned up their water problem, that was a lot of almost getting killed. Juan wasn’t sure how Dogmeat didn’t become crab food in there ... one tough dog.Then responding to the distress signal, walking into a zombie movie, not something to repeat outside of power armor for sure. Some kind of paramilitary unit, certainly organized like one. Their protocols and procedures were well developed, definitely an established organization, not a raider band.Assisting the one called Danse retrieve. To be totally honest it did for me. But, well, anyway, I hope we can get to know each other a little bit better.”“Yeah, sure,” I said, as disingenuously as I ever said anything. I know my look had to have been seen as very cold toward the man, and in truth it was meant to be. I couldn’t help it. I wanted nothing so much as to see the man dead. But, all in all the day had gone okay, better than I might have imagined it would. And I had gotten out of it what I wanted at least ostensibly. Would it.