Then I felt something else, the nettles again. They were stroked up an down my slit and whipped across my tits again. My eyes opened as I screamed. I ...ould see the blisters appear on my breasts but instead of crying in pain, I laughed! It was the laugh of a half crazed woman.For several minutes my cunt was tortured by the stinging nettles and then the whip. It became impossible to distinguish between pain and pleasure. My clit swelled and I wanted the relief only a cock could bring. I found. Ian saw the motion at Nicholas' belt. Saw the blurred black outline slip from its sheath in a small backwards arc."You're right Nicholas, my time has come. Now that the moment is here, I look forward to sharing it with you."Ian's hand coiled around Nicholas' neck."Come on you coward, take what you believe to be your destiny, welcome the future that comes with your ... victory."Nicholas was given pause by the rage that burned behind Ian's coal black eyes.And then they were connected.Nicholas's. Pockets of survivors hung on though, and by 2350, civilization started to recover. Human civilization survived, but it was scattered across the earth in isolated pockets, with vast tracts of poisoned and uninhabitable lands between them. Slowly, gradually, the pockets of humanity began to communicate with each other, using cobbled-together equipment salvaged from the golden scientific era. Many of the communities that survived were small college towns away from major population centers. The. And we made love. A lot. In fact, every time we walked into our room, we ended up in bed, the shower, on the sofa, or even standing looking out the tenth floor window of the hotel while we made love.We talked to Kate, Lissa, and Wendy out in California. Kate was a little angry, even though she had more sales on her first night than I did. I figured it must have been the owner of the gallery that set her off if the two boys were anything alike. We were all looking forward to Nebraska on Friday,.