It just got wrenched out of my hand. The wind must have caught it or something. Are you hurt?" the protester said, very apologetically.It was funny. W...ile I could see those big signs would easily act like a sail in strong wind, it felt reasonably calm, there was barely any breeze. I guess it must have been a freak gust of wind or something. Still, it seemed odd. I had a look around. We had come a good distance from where the protesters had been. It was really too far for someone to throw the. Footsteps.Quick footsteps.Running footsteps, not slow, unsteady footsteps...Mark and Doug threw themselves to their feet and ran to the edge of theroof.Looking down, they saw a lone figure running through the empty streets."Hey!" Doug called down to him.The person stopped and glanced up fearfully."Where'd you come from?" Doug called down, hoping to hear something,anything, about survivors.The man shrugged, his sandy hair blowing in the breeze. "Back theresomewhere" he called. "Hey, you got. Excuse me turned around yelling obscenities to the woman he was running from, smashing her into the man behind her. She turned towards whoever caught her to tell him I’m sorry, when she noticed a large defined chest before her. Muscular biceps wrapped around her and she felt the need to swoon. Miss I never swoon over anything was shell-shocked. Mr. Excuse Me had knocked her into every woman’s fantasy. She groaned when fantasy man grabbed her butt, because who would object to his hands cupping. Abby had given him some small talk and a wild hour in her bed, but she was still excited and not completely satisfied. No matter how hard she tried with so many other men, only her husband, George, satisfied her the way she wanted. The adulterous act of sleeping with men other than her own husband usually only increased the excitement of making love with him, and she used her other lovers only as preparation for each night's orgiastic romp with George."That was a pretty wild getaway that guy.