‘Now him. Help me roll him over on his back.’ ‘How’s that?’ ‘Well, she’s no natural blonde, that’s for sure,’ said Dave staring at h...r trimmed bush. ‘She has a tattoo of a butterfly just above her pussy.’ ‘Okay, that’s good the way that you positioned her,’ said Dave. ‘Duct tape,’ he said holding out his hand. I passed him a roll of duct tape and he started taping the guy to the bed by his wrists and ankles while I got to tape the woman. The man had a big stomach with a small cock that made. I didn’t fall asleep for a while. I had decided long before to enjoy life, whatever happened. I avoided death because I had been careful. Now, after years of enforced solitude, I had an embarrassing wealth of female companionship. I missed my wife sometimes, and I was in love with another man’s wife, but still, life wasn’t bad.*Fifteen years later: The summer after the family had moved to my farm, Celeste, Bethany, and I succeeded in building a radio and contacting other survivors. Our fears of. I admit it.”“Well, for me, I guess it was more wishful thinking than being right,” Bethany said. “What will you do now?”“Stick to the plans,” I said. “I’m going to Chicago. I’ll see Katt there, but we’re just friends at this point. Not to mention it’s my sister’s last fling, so to speak. You and I are going to Madison, and we’re still exactly where we were before. Karin will visit and nothing has changed there, really. Jennifer will visit, and I’m absolutely sure that nothing is going to happen. Peter."Peter! What brings you here?" He flashes his kind, boyish smile and stands beside me, his eyes following my gaze, which is on a bumblebee circling my yellow rose bush. I like Peter. He has been my son Jack's best friend for many years and ever since Jack's father died, Peter has visited us almost everyday. He is a wonderful young man."I had some time on my hands Ms. Gardner. I know Jack hasn't been home a lot since...you know. So I figured I'd give you company." That's awfully kind of.