”Sam nodded.“Alright then. Look, I just wanted to apolog-““Don’t worry about it.” Tegan cut him off.Sam paused, searching her face for any...signs of dormant anger.“You’re sure.”“I thought about it all day, and you were right. I didn’t say no, and I could have. I forgot that I had that right, and you didn’t do anything wrong.”“I’ve thought about it too and we can’t ignore the fact there’s a certain power dynamic here. Three guys, one girl. Implied consent at all times. I don’t want to abuse. The moment my tongue touched it Jamie let out an actual scream and her legs clamped around my head. She arched her back to push her pussy into my face. I continued working her clit. I licked it. I sucked on it. I worked circles over it with my tongue. I took it gently between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. Jamie was just screaming the whole time. When I finally stuck my fingers back inside her at the same time, the screaming stopped and turned into a long low whimper. Her whole body. We had made short work of the perpetrators of the second wave of terror using the popular diesel pits to eliminate the problem of terminal elimination without much damage to the landscape. We could usually get four or five hundred of the zombies into an average sized pit, incinerate them and then cover up the thing with a couple of truckloads of reclaimed land soil. There were circles of those tell-tale bands around most urban areas by the time the effort to win back our territory. However, the invitation wasn’t posted until the day after the party. “No RSVP required,” it stated. To the disappointment of many, nobody showed up. Terry and Julia were both working on their graduate degrees in physics. They bonded early in their friendship trashing movies and TV shows that got time travel “all wrong.” They had their favorites, though, like “The Time Machine” with Rod Taylor and the all of the “Back to the Future” movies. One day they were watching a documentary on Hawking.