She slid her smooth tan legs off the edge of the bed and her nightie rode up her ass crack, revealing her thong as she landed her feet on the floor. ...er light blue nightie was starting to get too small to accommodate her growing body but she liked the way it looked so she didn’t beg her dad for new ones. She made her way out into the hall and gazed towards her father’s study. She didn’t normally like to disturb him but she hadn’t gotten to see him much this week and she figured he would. It pinched slightly, because it had been resized from a hand much smaller than his and couldn’t get past his second knuckle without risking breaking the ring or its contents.The ring was special for two reasons. The first was that it was one of very few authorized reproductions of the original rings that it had been designed to resemble. The second was what made it unique: that it had been fitted with a tiny microphone, completely invisible amongst the cuts and grooves of the emerald signet. Wendy and I were probably the oldest couple of the regulars. Only one couple was together before the Day. Everyone had stories of loss and of finding new people.We rarely raided stores now. Anything we wanted, we had it if it could be had. Our truck garden was producing well. We have learned to can and freeze vegetables. Protecting the garden gave us deer and rabbit to eat and to freeze as well as kept our marksmanship reasonably sharp.We had two events occur within a day of each other. One was. In that flash, I moved toward her, pressing her against the wall and crushing my lips against hers.She may have resisted for a moment. I remember the dull and weak impacts of her fists on my chest as our bodies came together. Tightly, she grasped the cotton of my shirt, pressing her balled up hands against me as if to push me away but even then her lips parted, accepting my kiss in what could only be described as an agonizing surrender.The powerfully sweet aroma of her perfume and the lingering.