Both Sylvia and I sat there dumbfounded in stunned disbelieving silence. After a few moments, Sylvia turned to me and said, "I can't believe my mother...not only gave us her permission to have sex but also gave us permission to do it in my bed." She hesitated for a couple of seconds before asking, "Do you have any condoms?"I almost choked but managed to say, "No, I don't but if you want to have make love with me tonight we can go to the store now and I will buy some."Sylvia looked down for a. The bigger one was in his closet, on the shelf. He grabbed it and swept the closet door closed again in a hurry. It was a long, heavy, metal cylinder with a bright spotlight-like beam, with a metallic blue finish that was chipped and scratched from use. Heavy with the six huge D cell batteries it held within. His dad had given it to him for Christmas last year for when they went camping. He liked having his own grown-up flashlight, a big tough Maglite. He checked the beam on it, bright as balls. His wife is cute enough but got no tits at all. Weird looking body with a huge belly nice big ass and big thighs but nothing on top at all. I mean fucken nothing.I pick her up in late afternoon and bring her to dinner in the evening. I tell her to wear a t shirt no bra because she doesn't even need one anyway for those titties. And she should wear shorts. So we get to the restaurant. Everyone is looking at your white wife with a black man. They know there is no bra and that huge belly looks a. Religion made people do strange things, especially if this thing was around in the last days before the Great Collapse. There were legends about the people who’d chosen not to evacuate the planet, the beliefs that had driven them to stay when everyone else fled to the stars. Maybe they’d built some sort of bunker out here, away from the mutants and the rogue ‘bots, to try to outlast the Collapse? Jace checked himself. It was never a good idea to start speculating before viewing the evidence. He.