I checked a couple of houses, and although the doors were locked, I could see people inside, dead in their beds.What the fuck would account for this?I...drove back to Cripple Creek, stopping a couple of times along the way to check on mineshafts I passed. Maybe if being underground had kept me alive, there would be other people, too, who'd been underground when it -- whatever it was -- had happened.I didn't see anybody or find anybody, and although I hollered down a couple of mineshafts, I wasn't. Always focused on my career and not on those that I’d worked with. But, my 40th birthday had just past. I wished that someone would have told me that my libido would change so drastically. Now, every tall, dark, and handsome male turned my head like no other. I regularly carried extra panties in my purse because I never knew when some hottie would make my panties wet with just a look. “Oh, I think he was looking right at you. What’s not to look at?” Mark gave a deep, throaty chuckle. I knew. "Watch where you're throwing that crap!" She added angrily upwards."Whoopsey!" Yuba smiled sweetly downward. "My bad!" Standing on the edge of the flatbed, her short unkempt blond hair fluttering in the breeze, Yuba Obo tightened the drawstring on the pants section of her mismatched casual scrubs. "Try pulling your head out of your ass!" She sneered prettily, leaning then on the next case in line, showing ample charms in the process to both uninterested crew and steadily growing crowd of. "Why wouldn't I be?" I spat and he stared at me surprised."I was sitting just there and saw you having problems holding your cup of coffee" he said pointing at the table behind me with his chin."And?" I lowered my cup and hid my shaky hands."Jesus, I was just trying to be nice" he said raising his hands in an apologetic way."Of course you were" I rolled my eyes. I was used to have guys hitting on me, but as always I wasn't interested."No, I mean it. You're not ok, I can clearly see it" he.