She had never liked me to use the f-word and always resisted me fucking her anywhere but on the bed. We sat up on the floor. I started to get up to ge... a condom (we used them, very successfully, for birth control) but she said, “No, fuck me now. Fuck me you horny stud. I want your naked and hot cock in me now.” She was almost shouting but in the hungry sexual way of a woman overheated by sexual lust. She was then lying on the floor on her back with her dress pushed up above her. He grinned and started forward again.I should have shot him on the spot. Instead, I unloaded the rifle, set it down on the steps and got to my feet. I started walking towards him while he came at me. We both stopped moving with about five feet between us. He was about five ten and kind of heavy for his height."You shouldn't be here. Turn around and go home." I said looking down at his boyish face."My name's Tim. You have got to be Ike Blacktower. There couldn't be two people in the whole world. “You look a lot worse off than me,” she added, gesturing to the bandages that were peeking above the open collar of my uniform.“Eh, it’s nothing,” I replied with a wave of my hand. “Just a broken rib, it’ll be healed in a few days.”Raz stared at the carpet, her ears drooping and her tail hanging limply off the edge of the mattress. She looked downright miserable.“Stanley ... they said that I have to go home. They’re putting me on the next carrier, it’s leaving tomorrow afternoon.”“I know,” I. She kept herself hidden, knowing if she were to get into an actual fight, she would never last long enough to even flee. "Alright K, you'll get yourself out of the city and then link up with the rest of the people with guns... you might actually stand a chance with others to protect you..."She thought to herself as she hid in a dumpster, it's lid was slightly propped up to allow her to see out through a small crack in from it's rim to it's lid. She watched a big Brute slap a Grunt a good few.