"Alex?" He heard her voice beneath him."What is it, Diane," he asked."Why are we here?" she asked.He searched deep within himself for the answer. "I d...n't know. I just knew I could not let you get away from me."He could feel his own voice vibrating deep in his chest, quivering her breasts resting against his side. Alex moved his head to look down at Diane, "Why are you here?"Silence settled over them, until she said, so softly, he wasn't sure she spoke or merely exhaled, "Yeah..."Diane pressed. I want to tag along, take a million pictures, take whatever food is up for grabs and safe to eat, see what’s happened to America since Doomsday, maybe help some people who need it, and fuck like jackrabbits!“I want to live my life! Fuck what happens back here! That’s the past for me. My future is with you! My boyfriend, well, he’s also my boss, but I’m done with him and this place! He would never leave Jersey, and that’s a dealbreaker for me! My roommate is a goomar. She’ll be fine,” Salome. "No apologies necessary. I get 'where's number 2' frommine, so I get it. Hey, Jordy, can you sing us the song from school?"And he launched into a version of 'What a Wonderful World,' that stupid,sappy song they play in movies when they want you to feel sentimental.He kept going for a couple of exits, missing a bunch of words andswallowing the rest. He finished and Emily said, "Great job Jordy!Wasn't that great, Aunt Becca?" Sure. I reached back to give him afist bump and he turned away. It was the main subject for two days of headlines in the local sin sheet. His ex-wife made sure that the papers got all the details. She had caught him in her maid's panties. So what was the big deal? So he was fucking another woman, as if that was something special. Had to be a reason why he was fucking the maid.There was a photo of his kids too. The older girl was what, eleven? And the young kid was maybe seven. That was only a year ago. Funny she should remember all the details. It was Aunt.