She had tanned bronze skin and rich brown eyes. Her black hair was short and ragged. She slowly stands up, her gun remaining trained on me. She is wea...ing thick denim overalls, only one strap remaining on it, and a man's plaid shirt that was far too large for her slender frame. As I look her over I wonder what the hell she was doing out here in the Wastes. She was dirty and a little malnourished but she looked perfectly human. No odd proportions, no extra limbs, no bodily or facial deformities.. They were eating, and heard a knock on the door. It was Hiram, and Chris. They were invited in, and had cups of coffee, and plates set in front of them. Both had already eaten breakfast, but the pancakes smelled so good that they couldn't pass them up. Each took a stack, and dove in. That, along with Billy's coffee, was too much NOT to enjoy. They sat there talking about what they wanted. Hiram knew EXACTLY what Irene, Lorene, and Nola, and to a smaller extent, Essie, would want. Dave listened. Peter invited me to sit on his couch and offered me some ice tea. I accepted both. We talked for a while. I was realizing I felt very attracted to Peter and I could tell he liked me. His cock was hard in his pants. I tried not to stare, but he saw me looking. He asked, “what do you think?”I said, “about what?” He said, “my apartment.” My eyes moved from his pants to his apartment and I said, “It’s cozy, I really like it and it’s so quiet.” When I turned back to look at him, his lips were near. After five I decided since I was driving I’d better slow down, but Diego was having a good time and kept on chugging them. By closing time he was pretty wasted so we headed home. In my living room there is a sofa sleeper, so I pulled that open and made it up with fresh sheets while Diego was in the bathroom. I had earlier warned him that my living room was flooded with light at night with the street light in front of the house and the two big windows that fronted the house. I had hoped he would.