This is no excuse she exclaims... An slaps him in the face. Leans toward his face and spits on the red spot she just created. She puts on collar and a...taches the leash. She drags him through the house to the bed room where his cage awaits. She commands him to strip with out standing to his feet he does as he is told . She walks up behind him and inserts her thumb. How does my bitch like Mrs thumb in his ass she asks. He replies it brings him pleasure . She pulls her thumb from his hole and the. Perhaps survivors with a conscience such as Roland might strive to help the desperate millions, but with what resources? The future was a desperate one in which human dignity was lost forever and where the distribution of food, shelter and clothing, however compromised by disease and radiation, would be determined more by luck and bloody combat than any concept of desert or fairness.It was strictly incorrect to say that the apocalypse had arrived without warning, although there had been a. I'll be back in a little while. I'll probably hang out some." I'll be leaving at five," I reminded him. "Will you be back by then or should I tell you bye now?" I'll be back," he said, "I got over four hours."I shrugged, "Okay."As soon as they left, the house seemed to grow more peaceful. Even the air felt quieter. I took my coke in and took Bobby's spot on the couch, stretched out on my back."What are we watching?" I asked, trying to get myself in a position where I could see more of her than. Sunday morning I forced myself to go down to the gym. There was MaryAnn, on her back on the weight bench under about one hundred and seventy pounds finishing her last couple of reps."You are amazing," I said."Thanks, I hear you had a pretty interesting last couple of days. Come on, let's go into the combat room and work it off."When I got into the room, MaryAnn was already putting on her workout gloves."Come on, get your gloves on, we'll take turns working the bag. I always found that the best.