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Post by willc453 on Jun 2, 2014 10:51:22 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 29 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 14th Sunday
With all that's been going on, wonder if deep down, I'm a coward? Cr*pped my pants when I ran into that guy/guys in the stream. Wasn't ready for it and wonder/scared what will happen if I find myself alone. I've killed a bunch of people but each time I had the advantage. Till those guys in the stream. Let me finish what happened Friday night.
When I shot the first 3, the beasts must of thought it was the signal to attack the group which had moved to the strip mall...and got chewed up by the guard because the beats weren't in their full attacking positions. Thought they'd simply shoot the guys, rape the women. And it would of worked but for Janet moving the group and the 5 white guys who turned on the group at the mall. I was wrong about the black guy....the one I said who was "off". The 5 white guys shot 9 (6 killed) of the armed civilian guys, then tried hitting the women to grab their guns. That didn't work out for them. Haley got jumped by one of them and wrestling for her AR when the black guy attacked her attacker....and got shot for his help. One of the bad guys made the mistake of getting too close to Herbert while Haley was wrestling with that one guy. Queenie bit him in the crotch and Prince got his throat. Two guard people were outside the building acting as an LP when all this went down and weren't about to enter with gun fire going off everywhere. Jose, Hernando got shot, but the other (Randall?) is shot up pretty bad. Two women shot (one with 2 kids) and think they'll be okay, but they don't need to be moving around much. Chester is the black guys name and after all the other sh*t was done/over with, told him I was wrong about him and was sorry. Kids are terrified. See where I'm jumping around time wise, so let me back up a bit. The vet and his buddy were killed.
Twenty-eight beasts killed, 3 guard wounded but they can walk/pull a trigger. When we headed back, Sampson told me what was going on as far as Janets thinking/doing like she did and I told him my end of the story. One of the girl guards gave Lisa a spare t-shirt because while my vest covered her, it didn't really do the job. I left it with the girls....no way I was going to be wearing it for awhile. Thing is, had to get myself clean and asked Sampson to hold up a bit and of course, he wanted to know why and had to tell him. He was good about it and told the group to head down the path a bit and we'd catch up with them. Man, felt like sh*t afterwards and Sampson saw it, saying it was nothing to be ashamed of. I said yeah, like it happened to Audie Murphy all the time. He said man, he probably did do it in his pants, thing is, he stood up and kept fighting, just like you did instead of running away. That made me feel a little bit better. I just wonder if anyone smelled my sh*t, not that I'm trying to be funny. Don't think the girls would be too impressed with me being that scared. Took the guns/ammo from the dead beasts and searched the bodies, bringing back a bunch of cash, coins and wallets, something I still haven't checked. Sampson & the other guards were in a hurry, but told them we can't leave anything for other beasts to pick up/use. They saw the logic in that.
Got to the mall, telling Janet about the beasts and farm. That we needed to get there asap and free the women because who knows if more/any beasts got away and was headed there now. And what would they do to the women then? Worse case scenario was a bullet in the head and then the beasts would be free to raid, rape, etc. again. She agreed and left the wounded guard with the group. We headed up stream again, but with the party split on both sides of it. Stella had come around and told us it was 5 miles or so upstream and what to look for.
We're not running because there's no way I could of kept up. At least Janet didn't suggest I stay behind with the others. Jog for a bit, walk, jog.... Think what they call a Spartan march? The wounded guard and some of the women grabbed weapons, etc. from the main party of dead beasts. Once again, made sure the bodies were stripped of cash, id's, etc. What surprised me was seeing lights on inside the house. Found out they were kerosene lamps like I got at home.
Got about 1/4 mile from the farm, Janet called a halt and sent out two separate parties of two to scout which took maybe 30 minutes. When they returned, they said it looked like there were only 2 guards outside, but heard some screams from the house, but nothing but moaning from time to time from the large barn which they didn't even attempt peeking into. Janet said because of the lights, they'd have to shoot the 2 beasts, then rush inside the house. That got me to thinking and asked her to hold up on that idea. She said/asked okay, what are you thinking of this time? Got d*mn it, wish my brain would think before I said some things. Said you're an attractive woman, got nice t*ts and I've always wanted to be a rapist/white slaver. How'd you like to get a little naked? But man, the expression on her face was priceless. She bunched up her fists and thought she was going to knock me on my ass, then said she was almost afraid to ask....what's your plan? The other guardsmen were kind of pi$$ed off for talking to her like that. While they're an informal group of people, there is military protocol/courtesy to follow and I wasn't doing that. Hey, it's been 30 years since I did the yes sir, no sir 3 bags full routine. Explained and she said that's insane....but it would get us closer to the beasts which was the ONLY reason she would do it. It took awhile to get her looking right and reminded her that I may improvise, so go with the flow and the word for her to attack would be now.
Her combat gear went, including boots. She was too clean, so had her rub dirt on her face, arms, etc. Used a vine wrapped very loosely around her wrists which were behind her back, but she could break free easily enough and gave her one of my bayonets. Startled the sh*t out of everyone when I pulled it out from behind my back. Later on showed them the rig I made to hold 2 of them at the base of my back and how I came up with the idea. Had her 9 stuck in my belt so if she needed it, I could give it to her or she could turn and grab it. Took my guard shirt off just in case so I was in my normal black t-shirt and Levi's.
Everyone figured it would take both parties (one for the house, other for the barn) 30 minutes to be in position so while she/I were standing there, we bs'd, with me about my background and about her family. Then it was time for us to go, with us slowly walking up to the house. When we were about 50 feet from it, heard a hiss, it meant everyone was ready. Called out to the 2 beasts and they had their rifles ready in a heart beat. Said the word was they were in the market for some pu$$y and would they be interested in our wares? They wanted to know where I head that from and said from around, but if you're not interested, me and the guys will be selling her and the others else where. THAT got their attention and of course, they wanted to know about the guys with me and told that we've got 6 more women with us, better looking than this one. Where they're at was none of their business unless we reach some sort of agreement ahead of time. I could see their little minds working....make an agreement, kill me/the other guys I'm talking about, take a bunch of new pu$$y to f*ck/sell. They said come closer so we can see the b*tch and we walked into the lights coming from the house. Told she's not bad looking, but they've got better stuff inside, so they weren't going to pay much. I laughed at them, saying money's f*cking worthless, so don't even bother with that line of bullsh*t. When I asked what I wanted for her, told them food and liquor. The 2 beasts were only 15 feet or so from us, but needed them to get closer so they'd be with in stabbing range.
Leaning over to Janets right and started licking her neck/ear area and told her to be afraid and go with the flow. Then told the beasts, the better stuff is with the guys, but how about these to suck on and play with? That's when I lifted her t-shirt showing her breasts/bra with my right hand and with my left pulled own the right part of her bra to expose her breast and started fondling it. THAT got their attention. Janet hissed and tried to pull away and I said out loud, don't try getting away b*tch or I'll take my belt and whale on your a$$ again and then f*ck you again. That's when Janet went with the flow, saying don't beat me please and please, please, don't sell me to "them", saying it was like they were really disgusting pieces of sh*t. That she wouldn't fight me and the others like she's done before if I just wouldn't sell her to "them". Janet's a nice looking lady and still have no idea what her breasts look like, but figured on two things: the beasts being interested in look at them and liking the idea of raping a woman who wanted no part of them. Kind of like when a cat will casually walk by a dog, each looks at the other and the cat just casually continues walking. But let a cat go walking by, see the dog, thinks OH SH*T, A DOG!, take off running, the dog will be thinking A CAT RUNNING AWAY, CHASE IT! Thing is, almost didn't respond to Janets additional improv because she said back up and then backed into me The problem with that was her bayonet almost stuck me in my d*ck/crotch area!
Believe me, I backed up and pulled her back with me. Told her, b*tch, we can do what ever we want to you. There are no rules any more. And if these guys want to f*ck you right here, there's NOTHING you or any other woman can do about it. And I don't care how many times you rub your a$$ against my d*ck either. The guys came closer and then asked them if they were interested in a free f*ck, you know, to try out the merchandise?
THAT got their attention and when they were within reach of Janet, I said remember, this is a limited time offer for NOW. I had dropped her t-shirt and breast as they started walking closer and had my left had on top of her head/hair like I was controlling her and right hand was on her right arm. Soon as I said the word now, backed up a bit, pulled out my bayonet, moved to my right to stab the guy to my right. Janet whipped out the bayonet and stabbed the guy to my left in the heart. I lunged forward to do the same, but didn't get the heart. Instead, I went below that area, but pulled down the bade and his guts started falling out. Both guys had their rifles in their hands, but when I made my offer of free pu$$y, they were reaching out towards her and of course, didn't have their gun hand anywhere near the triggers. Quick cuts across their throats finished them off. Tossed Janet her 9 and we hit the door which led into the kitchen.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 2, 2014 12:04:01 GMT -6
Others have already read this chapter and later chapters, but yes, I actually do have 2 bayonets in sheaf's that fit behind my back, within my belt. Before I got out of the AF, my roommate introduced me to D&D (Dungeons & Dragons) and I got hooked. I usually played a fighter/thief, though I preferred the words expert treasure hunter or finder of abandoned/unwanted property instead of thief. The DM (referee) used a critical hit/fumble table and some times things just go bad when you're attacking a monster or defending yourself against one. Like your plus 5 holy avenger breaks and you have no back up weapon. Shortly after that happens, your character goes aaarrrgghhh and dies, unless someone likes you a lot and is willing to carrying your dead body to some priest who will resurrect you....for a fee, of course. Not money, but having to do a quest. So everyone started carrying extra weapons, as in daggers....lots & lots of daggers. My character had 7 of 'em: 1 in each boot, 1 on each hip, 2 at the base of his back and 1 on a cord dangling around/behind his neck. Wanted to know if I could actually make such a set and did, using leather from the Tandy leather store. And yes, because of me always wearing extra large t-shirts, they're not noticeable/detected. The bayonets are military issue as used on the M-16.
Sorry about not getting any chapters in over the weekend, but had stuff needing to be done. Don't know if I'll be getting in any more in this week, just depends on how I feel when I come back from Hayward. Thanks for reading and your thanks.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 6, 2014 16:31:50 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 30 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 14th Sunday (contd)
In my scheme of getting closer to the beasts, forgot one thing: Janet was only wearing panties, bra and t-shirt. I dunno....like thinking we'd take a couple of minutes somewhere/somehow so she could get into her gear and be ready to kick a$$ and take names. I went thru the kitchen door first and headed for a door directly in front of me, thinking I'd cover it with the guys/guard behind me while Janet got dressed. Not only no, but $hit no....that woman was right behind me! And she was pi$$ed....looking more like some demoness ready to grab and drag souls to h*ll. Then the kitchen door opened inwards and a beast saw us and went to say something, but my bayonet got him in the throat and he started choking on his own blood. Was getting ready for a second stab when Janet grabbed his arm as it was reaching for his pistol and cut his throat. Both of us got sprayed with blood.
On the couch in the livingroom was a naked lady curled up in a fetus position. The beast we had just killed.....well, you know. Saw one of the guard put his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream and after recognizing him being Army, he was able to lead her outside. Then Janet/I started climbing the stairs. I know stairs will creak if you walk on the middle or outside part of them, so made sure to stay next to the wall. Then heard a woman scream from one of four bedrooms that are in the house. Only one of the bedroom doors was locked. Janet opened the door and I rushed in. Other guard were doing the same on the opposite bedroom and we had some guard/guys behind us. We opened the doors at the same time and it was sick. Two beasts were raping a woman at each end of her. I lost it. Ended up jumping on the back of beast b*tt f*cking the woman with my arm around his neck and legs trying to clamp around his waist. And my bayonet started falling. Thing is, the guy getting the involuntary blow job looked up, said what f*ck and the guy doing the b*tt f*cking went to turn and that's when I landed on him. Thing is, I still must weight 240+ pounds and when I landed on him, he/I both landed on top of the woman. The other beast has his hands full of her hair and when she went down, she ended up clamping down on his d*ck! And he gave out a high pitched scream. Remember hearing someone in the next bedroom saying "ride 'er Larry, ride her hard". Janet and a few seconds later, a couple of the guard got busy on mouth f*cker. There were 3 other women in the room that had been shackled and they started screaming for a few seconds till they realized who we were. Think what got them to stop screaming was seeing Janet with blood on her, undressed like she was and being busy with her bayonet on mouth f*cker. The guard who had taken the lady from the livingroom came back and one of the guard women took these women outside. The third bedroom was unlocked, but didn't see what was inside, but four more beats were killed and the women (5) were taken outside. Then Janet/I and the other guard were going to deal with what had to be the master bedroom. Thing is, it had one of those portable, battery operated stick on kind of light bulb things and it had a red light bulb which was lit. We'd of gone thru the door like we did the first, but the door was locked. Socrates came up with the shotgun and was ready to shoot the doorknob/lock till I stopped him. Had them stand by each side of the door and told them to get ready. This is the last thing I remember doing: backed up about 20 feet or so from the door, ran towards it and when I was about 5 feet from it, jumped into the air, curled myself up in a ball and screamed cannonball like I was doing one for a swimming pool. While doors may be well made, they're NOT built for this kind of abuse.
A snuff film was being made and it was....f*ck, it was sick. Two beasts with cameras, a sound guy, the F*ck, quitting for now, can't write no more.
Back....just get this sh*t down. Jennifer/Patricia saw me bent over and shaking over the kitchen table and wrapped their arms around me for 5 minutes or so until I stopped shaking. It was like I felt after killing those beasts who were carrying off Jennifer earlier this week. Feel so....unclean from just being told what was going on in that last bedroom. God knows how the guard/guys are dealing with it. Janet said when I broke thru the door, I hit a floodlight which fell and hit one of the two camera men. I rolled on the floor and when I got up, saw the beast b*tt f*cking the woman and when the director said now, the beast started strangling the woman with a rope....and went after the guy. Thing is, we started rolling around on the floor and I'm stabbing the guy as many times as I can and where ever I can. What I left....well, was told could see it was once human, but that's about all. Everyone else got busy with the other beasts. This is the bad part....I tried killing Sampson. I just kept stabbing and stabbing my beast and when Sampson touched my shoulder to say it was over, I wasn't there and thought he was one of them. He jumped out of the way, other wise I'd of gutted him. Fortunately, Janet and one of the guard jumped me but I actually started shaking them off. They said I wasn't only just crazy looking, I had foam/spittle coming out of my mouth. That's when Sampson/Socrates also jumped on top of me and I still tried biting anyone who got too close. That's when Socrates used the shotgun butt to knock me out.
When I did come to, was scared because I was outside, didn't have my glasses and was tied up. No idea what was going on till I saw Sampson asking if I was okay. Said yeah, but what's going on? He got Janet (who had cleaned up and in her gear again) who asked if I was okay and I said yes, but why was I tied up? What did I do wrong? Figured I had to have done something really, really bad. She said I went crazy and they weren't sure if I'd be safe/sane when I woke up and they couldn't take any chances. I said I'm okay, would they untie me and has anyone seen/got my glasses? They had them, but now there's a slight chip in the left lens and a bit more scratched up. Get rifle, ammo bag, 9 and bayonets back which had been cleaned of blood from Montana and Socrates.
What was going on in the house was bad....worse in the barn. A total of 43 women had been captured/raped. Seven children from 6 to 11 years old had the same thing done to them. There were 3 dead bodies in the barn, tossed in one corner like so much garbage....2 women, 1 child. They had been in earlier snuff fills made in that bedroom and this was the 3rd day of making them.
Something about the women taken....somebody said something somewhere about something, but can't remember what it was/is. Feel it's important/unusual, but can't remember what it was/is. The lady in the snuff film has a very hoarse voice right now but at least she lives. Some women were grabbed when they tried getting home Monday, others in their homes. Thing is, they're from different parts of Oregon and weren't all walked to the farm. On Wednesday, some were driven here while blind folded. Who's got running vehicles? I certainly haven't seen/heard any. The barn also had a bunch of bicycles, more than one with carts. What really threw me was at least 6 of them have miniature gas motors mounted on the front wheel. Figure these things will do about 15 miles an hour?
Janet's decided to split up the group. Wounded guard staying with the women at the farm, others like her, are going to check on their families while others head for Salem. None of the farm women want to stay there, but realize they can't go home until/unless things return to "normal". That is, cops patrolling the streets, some kind of motorized transportation is up/running, etc. At least they're not unarmed/helpless any more between what we got off the beasts and some extra stuff found in the house. Even got some extra guns/ammo offered to me by the ladies. I didn't want to take them as figure they could use them more, but they insisted. Which has gotten me to thinking on how they can be used. The guard are going to show the ladies how to handle the guns. Some of the ladies are out of it....you know, from being raped and other things happening to them. Hernando and his dad are staying in Sheridan with some friends until their wounds heal. The rest of the guard going to Salem escorted them to their friends place while the girls, Herbert and I stay at Jennifers place. But I got their address, so who knows? Janet said it would be a couple of days before she and the others returned, so it was okay for me to stay here. That's good because I need the rest and make an inventory of what I've gotten since Monday.
All beds and couch were taken out and burned. While the women guard were taking care of the women/kids, all the guys got busy with 2 mops, some buckets, etc. to try cleaning off the blood from the floor and walls. Took them a few hours. Only reason they were able to clean anything is because in the back of the house, there was a real old fashion water pump. You know, the kind you see in westerns. Of course, there wasn't enough cleaning solution to do a really good job....you know, pine sol or stuff like that. But they did what they could. While they were doing that, a couple of guard women and even some of raped ones started cooking food using the fireplace and an outdoor fire pit as none of these women/kids had been fed since being kidnapped.
About 8 women are comatose if that's the right word. They're there, but not there. Lift up one of their arms and it just remains there. They have to be lead, other wise, they remain where they are and if standing, will soon lay down on the floor and pull into a fetus position. No idea if/when they'll pull out of it. Some of the women are staying in the livingroom as none of them want a bedroom, not that I blame them. Others are going to sleep in the 2nd story of the barn which is filled with hay. Suggested to Janet if things aren't going well with her and the other guard families, they should think of bringing everyone back to the farm. While there's food there, there's acres of corn and I don't know what else growing on the property. The owners have a fairly large garden going too. What's bad is they have 2 daughters and a son, all three in the military. The girls are in the Navy/Air Force, while the son is in the Marines and all stationed over seas. Is the emp thing world wide or just U.S.? Don't know. Four women shot in the barn, 3 killed when the guard hit the barn, but 8 more beasts killed there. Kept some of the bandages and other things, but left my medical bag with the ladies. No idea (and ugly thought) if any of the beasts had any kind of sexual diseases.
Haley's staying at the farm....kind of out of it after fighting that beast for her rifle. But the guard going further south said they'd check her address to see if any of her family are there. She and I got to talking before we left and that while her family were preppers, they hadn't been able to plan/buy for everything. Especially as to having no transportation. As to their bol, it was mainly head for a lake several hours east of their home. They had hoped if shtf, they could stay in one of the rental cabins that they've stayed in during their summer vacations. They did have food, supplies, equipment for about 3 months, but a steady water supply was her biggest concern. Told her I was not even in the same boat with the only hope of going to Karens and if not welcomed, head for Yreka. Both of us never thought of an actuall emp thing ever happening. When she asked about my family, told her about the 7 I've been also prepping for. She's got 4 kids: 3 boys and a girl, ranging from 14 to 3 years old. The baby (a girl) she's carrying is her last as her husband (Burke) got himself fixed after they found out she was pregnant again. She had problems delivering her girl and both thought she wouldn't get pregnant again (she's 39). Remember the girls coming up and Haley telling them they had better be careful before I get taken before I walked away. Makes me nervous because it sounded like....you know, killed at any time.
Montana's going with Janets group to make sure Annette gets home safely and Reginald also going with them. Sampson/Socrates are going with the rest of the guard to Salem and it's like family breaking up. Maybe family is a really strong word to use, maybe not. Remember saying goodbye to friends when I got orders and it was kind of the same way, but more....regret/sadness seeing up split up. Part of me thinks we'll be back together in a few days, but with the way things have been happening....
Talked with Sampson a bit and told him I was sorry about trying to kill him. Said he understood and how terrifying I looked when I tried killing him. Said he'd only seen someone act like I did once before in his life. That was when his cousin caught some guy peering at his 14 year old sister thru her bedroom window at 3am. Asked what set me off and told him that I didn't have nobody and these beasts are running loose doing bad things to women. Said I had Patricia/Jennifer and told him that I didn't. We were together and yes I was protecting them, but figured eventually.... Then he wanted to know why I hadn't told them how I felt about them. Said it was easier if you don't tell someone how you feel about them because then you won't get hurt when they tell you they don't like you in the same way. Besides, they've already told me they like/respect me and I've been told that too many times before in the past and it's what I call the kiss of death, meaning thanks, but no thanks. He said maybe, maybe not. Things change.
Then Janet and some of the guard came over and said she wanted to make sure I was feeling okay. I said yes, but hoped she wouldn't tell the girls or they'd think poorly of me. She said that's no problem, just go with the flow okay? No idea what she was talking about, but said okay. WHAM! Slaps me right across my face and says that's for me lifting up her t-shirt. Then WHAM! across the other side of my face! That's for putting my hand on her breast. Then she asks if I've got anything to say and f*ck me running....all I could think of was Isabella's words when fighting in DA2: you hit like my grandmother. That REALLY pi$$ed her off and nailed me in the stomach with her fist! I started gasping and went down to one knee trying to suck some air into my lungs. It was like....what is it when you suddenly loose all the air in your lungs? Apnea? Yeah, that's it. Had that $hit happen more than once, but learned NOT to panic and breath thru my nose. That's when one of the guys behind her said if she wanted them to, they'd put a real hurtin' on me. And the black side of the dark side came out. Janet's only a foot or two from me and she jumped back when I pulled out both bayonets out. Wasn't going to hurt her in any way. Figure I had it coming but didn't know why, but if it made Janet feel better to beat me up, okay. But not that mother f*cker behind her. Looked him square in the eye and told him I wouldn't lift a hand if Janet still wanted to beat the $hit out of me, but for you, it was time to dance you dog d*ck lickin', sheep f*cker and started towards him.
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Post by biggkidd on Jun 8, 2014 9:01:56 GMT -6
Thanks Now we need MOAR
MOAR
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Post by willc453 on Jun 9, 2014 12:54:43 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 31 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 14th (contd)
That's when Sampson put his hand on my shoulder and asked if this was what I really wanted to do and what did I mean I would let Janet continue hitting me without defending myself? He didn't squeeze my shoulder or anything, just put some weight on it, just enough to stop me from moving forward. I was kind of like a dog straining at a leash and part of me knew I could break free quite easily and start stabbing the f*cker. But it was the questions he asked that made me pause and the black side started sliding away.
Told him that I didn't know why she was beating me up, but I hadn't had the time yet to apologize to her for doing what I did to her, but I had told her about me DM'ing and how things never went the way it was planned in my games and to go with the flow. Turned around and gave Sampson my bayonets/rifle and said he was to hold them while Janet bet on me some more if she wanted to, but if that dog d*ck licker came any closer, I'd be killing him and others with him who wanted to beat me up.
That's when Janet looked confused, asking what did me talking about DM'ing have to do with the things I did to her? Reminded her how when I DM'd, something would happen....something that I hadn't planned on happening. The game was to go from point A to B, etc. and she said yes. Then told her how a random encounter could/would change things and I'd have to make things up on the fly or as I told her earlier, go with the flow? She says yes, but still didn't understand what I was talking about. My game plans are much like battle plans and what's the first thing that happens to any battle plan once a battle starts? That's when dog d*ck licker says, they go out the door because no plan stays intact once a battle starts. Said exactly and what happens if you try forcing the battle plan during battle when things aren't going as expected? Janet said things fall apart very quickly and you have to change your plans/strategy. Then asks how did "going with the flow" have anything to do with me fondling/exposing her like I did? Said there were several reasons. Remember, the beasts were on the porch and told us to get closer, but I wanted to stay out of the light as much as possible because WHAT IF there was another or more beasts in the kitchen that we didn't know about? Also the beasts facing us had rifles and too far away for us to jump them and if anyone in the guard had fired, there goes surprise. I also had to worry about you and that surprised her because she said she could take care of herself. I said yes and no. Said hold up a bit and let me set things up so you and everyone else will better understand where/why I was coming from.
Dog d*ck lickers name is Herman and the guy next to him is Jeff. Explained to them what I wanted them to do, then talked with Sampson/Socrates and the other guard. Had everyone more or less get into place and told Janet let's go thru this again. This time I'm behind her and start saying (more or less) the same things I said earlier to the beasts, then simulate lifting up her t-shirt and fondling her breasts. She hissed like a cat and tensed up on that part. My left hand was on her head as before and right hand resting on her right arm. But just like I thought, Herman/Jeff didn't/wouldn't do as I asked. They stopped outside of stabbing range and instead of reaching out for her breast, they started raising their rifles and said it's a trap. I made sure they had them unloaded just in case. I made sure Herman/Jeff had their hands on the rifles to begin with and away from the triggers just as the beasts had done earlier. As soon as I saw their hands/rifles move, my left arm went around Janets throat and right arm cut across her chest, turned/twisted to my right and took both of us to the ground. That's when Sampson and the others started saying bang, bang. Janet was pi$$ed being thrown to the ground like I did....she had no idea what I had told everyone to do/expect and after she got up, she was going to hit me with her fist....and I just stood there.
That's when Jeff stopped her, saying do you know what you just went thru and Andy was doing for you? She had no idea, so Jeff explained he/Herman had been told what to do, but they decided to change the game a bit just to make me look bad. But with me throwing her/me to one side, they were both completely exposed to being shot by the guard while I was covering her body from possible gunfire with my own. Told Janet that I know politicians talk about sending people in harms way all the time, like it's some catchy little pep talk. And that's what I had done with you undressed like you were. Thing is, you were basically naked and I'm standing behind you with a pistol, even if it was holstered. What if one of the beasts decided to shoot me since I was the closet target....you were probably going to be shot instead of me. That's why I did what I did. As we were falling, I now realize you had my bayonet in your right hand and it was possible you could of stabbed me unintentionally as we fell to the ground. Even so, figure now it would have been a good trade. Janet said okay, but why would the beast think it was a trap as I looked/acted/talked like one of the? Said that we were dressed as regular civilians, but these guys (pointing at the guard behind us) aren't. I told you I was a good DM, but remember when your breast was in my hand and she said yes. I said do you remember what I did with it? She said yes, you fondled it. I said no, what I did was gently squeeze it and bounced it up and down a couple of times. She said what's the difference? When I fondle a womans breast/breasts, I will also pull on it and squeeze the nipple/nipples. I was doing my best to simulate fondling you. In the light we had, it looked really good to the beasts. Wanted to know why I took off for the kitchen like I did and told her I hadn't thought about that part of the plan when we talked earlier. So the best thing I could do was haul a$$ for the kitchen with at least some of the guard following me and others hanging back a bit so you could get dressed. Besides, what did happen to your gear? I just realized that I/you hadn't brought it with us on our walk to the farm. She had wondered the same thing....find out, the guard each thought another one of them had taken her gear for her. Wasn't till all the fighting was over, that someone went back for it. Said that if I was a really mean and nasty DM, I'd of ripped off your panties and in that second or two of shock, I'd of shoved you at one of the beasts while I jumped to get the other. I'm not and I don't poach on another mans property. Tells me she's no one property and told her she was. That pi$$ed her off. Asked her how her husband would respond for me hitting on her like at a party, including putting my hands on her if she couldn't defend herself or respond in an attacking manner. Said he'd be right on that guy. And if a woman was doing the same thing to her husband, she said she'd kick her.... And she understood what I was saying. Told her you don't get to be a platoon leader by being an a$$ kissing, pc filled job like that. You've got brains and balls. You've got both because if you didn't, you'd of had one of the other girls stripping instead of yourself.
Said I still feel bad doing what I did back then (meaning with the real beasts) and I'd like to make it up to you. Tells me I didn't have to and she felt bad about hitting me before she understood what I had been prepared to do. Told her that I wanted something from her. That she makes sure nobody starts talking how I got my a$$ kicked by a girl, even if she does hit like my grandmother....and she smiled at that one. That she makes sure no one tells anyone what I'm about to give her. She says okay, so told her to close her eyes and I leaned near her ear and started breathing heavy, trying to do an impression of Darth Vader. Of course, it could of sounded like some 99 year old man beating off while watching some porn movie too. The guard/guys could hear me breathing heavily and I told her: Janet, come to the dark side, paused, then said we have chocolate. She popped her eyes open on that one and I had the Hershey bar in front of her face. I had gotten the Hershey from bob while Sampson and I talked earlier and when I saw Janet coming towards me, stuck it in my pocket because I was hungry and truthfully, hadn't wanted to share it with her or anyone else. F*ck me....one second it was there, the next, gone. It was like watching that Disney short about some guy offering a grizzly bear a sandwich. One moment the sandwich is in his hand, the next it's gone....and the guy actually looks at his hand to make sure all his fingers are still there. Janet backed away from me and she couldn't believe me. I have her basically naked, play with her body, would of protected her with my own body if needed, run into a house filled with beasts thinking I would have back up without talking with anyone about this before hand, run amuck killing beasts like I did, refusing to defend myself while she hit me several times, but also making a joke of it....and now I'm offering her a chocolate bar? To say I was insane is putting it mildly. I said yeah, but then I once stayed at a Holiday Inn. She just looked at me and then everyone started laughing. After that, she looked at all the guard and the guys, telling them they were NOT to say anything because if someone did, God, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Buddha and Mohammed wouldn't be enough to save them from her wraith.
Socrates asked if I was feeling okay, meaning getting hit like I did by him. I said I was sore and my head was hurting, but I was okay and thanks for putting me out like he did. Who knows what I might of done if I had gotten free of everyone? Oh yeah....Herman/Jeff came over to say they were sorry and would I accept their apology? They had heard about me and Navy throwing rocks earlier this week and thought the teller was yanking their chain. They now knew it was true, but I was crazier than the Joker in any of the Batman movies. And by the way....welcome to the guard cause we need more people like you. I thought about telling them to f*ck off, but they held out their hands, so said okay and shook hands with them. Before we left the farm, suggested to Janet that she send someone back to Woodburn to give them an update on what was going on. Gave her all the paper money, but told her why I was keeping the coins. We figure it should only take a motorized bike a couple of hours to get back and with it being daylight, it should be pretty safe if the driver took the back roads. She sent 2 just to be really safe. Did my best to get the blood/gore off myself in the stream as I had to check on the girls/Herbert.
Took us 4 hours (?) to get to Jennifers apartment and that was late Saturday afternoon/evening. I'm kind of guess time wise because my watch got broken some where in the fighting. But then we got a late start from the farm.
Jennifer/Herbert/her mom (Abigail aka Abbie) live in a 24 apartment complex near the outskirts of town. Didn't have any trouble going from the farm to her place. There's a lot of kissing/hugging between the three of them while Patricia/I stood there for a bit. Abbie knew Patricia and warmly welcomed her. I had backed off once that started and went looking around and found a couple of apartments that were empty/abandoned. Where these people went to or what happened to them, no idea. Maybe they got hit/stuck by the emp and who knows when/if they'll return? Then Jennifer came looking for me, asking why I hadn't stuck around to be introduced to her Mom? Said you guys were busy seeing each other and I was looking for a place to stay after everyone leaves. Kind of surprised me that she wants me to stay with the 4 of them. I know we had talked about it, but figured once we got here.... Her mom is in her 40's and it's strange/bizarre looking at her and then there's Jennifers/my age difference and all of that. Abbie got the apartment manager to open two of them that was for rent who said he'd be glad to have us stay there for free. The guys and guard were going to stay in them until they leave Sunday.
So got introduced to Abbie, a nice looking woman could see where Jennifer got her "endowments" from. Thing is, I was looking pretty ratty with a couple days of beard growing and of course, a lot of it being white. Kind of surprised when she introduced us because she held one of my hands while her other arm was drapped over my shoulder....and she was standing close, I mean where her body was pressed against mine.
Write about the beasts bodies and get it over with. The bodies of the women, child and owners were buried behind the house in a mass grave and there are some crosses marking their location. The beasts were dragged across the street and dumped into a small gully to rot. Everyone from the mall was brought to the farm, with me going there to make sure the girls/Herbert were okay. They wanted me to go with them back to the farm, but told them I had to do some things before that and for them to go to the farm. The beasts were left where they died, but with an ax from the barn, chopped off each of their heads and stacked them around a telephone pole near the road. Put up a sign saying they were killed by Charlie company, 1st battalion of the Salem, Oregon state militia volunteers. Did the same with the head of the beasts from the farm. Took just the heads of the 7 I had killed when all of this began. Bathed again in the stream and did my best to get the blood/gore out of my clothes. When I got back to the farm, Janet asked why was I wet , returning alone and not with the group from the mall. Told her she'd see why in the morning. She wasn't happy with that, but said okay. The guys who were killed at the mall got buried behind it. Those that tried betraying us, got their heads cut off too. The next morning, everyone leaving saw them/the sign and were shocked. Not by the sign, but seeing the heads stacked upon each other. Had posted the sign on the road boundary pole. Heard more than one comment and the girls looked sick and Jennifer covered Herberts eyes so he wouldn't see it. Something I didn't think about at the time. Janet didn't say a word about the heads, but questioned the state militia bit. Told her the guard posted that sign on city hall back in Woodburn which I thought would not only be a morale booster for the people, but also serve as a warning to looters/bad guys/beasts. Maybe get others to thinking there's a whole bunch of militia volunteers dealing with the problem and a whole bunch of groups operating in other cities in Oregon.
A couple of hours down the road, came across another stream and Jennifer suggested I change clothes and realized I must smell even after trying to wash everything off. Got soap and a change of clothes....those others are in a plastic bag and see about getting them cleaner some how. Did that while everyone was taking a break/getting something to eat, then went to walking point for the group.
Abbie wasn't doing well with her broken leg and while she had food, she had no way of cooking (no gas for the stove) and had been eating cold cans of spaghetti O's (Herberts favorite food) and down to her last can of diet soda. Checked the freezer which had thawed meat in it and sniffed it. Some had gone bad, others were questionable, others okay. Put the bad stuff to one side for the dogs and had the girls start cooking all the questionable stuff. The people living in the complex had come out and they were glad to see us. We were a symbol of government as no one there knew what was going on till we told them. Had the guys/guard tell them about the heads and people calling themselves the Oregon state militia. Figure get rumors going and maybe something good will come out of it. Some people have been traveling 2 miles to fill empty water jugs from a stream and sharing what they had water wise. There were 3 older couple living there....(John/Marcys age) that had been helping Abbie out because of her leg and each other.
Used the spanner to partially open a fire hydrant and all sorts of people came out for the water. Made sure each person got a gallon of water, some wanting more, wasn't going for that until others vouched that for example, a woman did have a couple of kids, so she and others like her got extra. Her neighbors (can't remember their names right now) got invited over for supper. Jennifer started telling about what was going to happen to her and I coughed, looked at her and she said that I had helped her/Herbert get to the guard base in Woodburn and then down here. Don't think her mom bought this for one second cause I saw her arching her eye brow at Jennifer. Patricia told her story, but before she did, she looked at me and I nodded, but coughed after she started talking about us leaving Woodburn and she finished her story just like Jennifer did with no problems getting here.
What else? Probably other stuff I've forgotten, but it's getting late. They have a 3 bedroom apartment and kind of surprised how big/open it is The had only moved in a couple of months ago from a smaller place. Jennifer/Abbie got 1 bedroom, Patricia the other and Herbert stayed in his. I was sleeping on the couch and Jennifer said Herbert could sleep on the couch as he's done that a lot in the past year. Told her no and you know why....and she understood with me in the livingroom, I was still protecting them. Abbie wasn't happy about the dogs, but said they're staying and Abbie was going to get pi$$ed about it till Jennifer said she'd talk with her about this later on. Told Abbie to be careful around the dogs until they're used to her. She disliked that even more till Jennifer told her about them. THAT got her attention. The bikes/carts/supplies came inside and while the apartment was a bit bigger than normal, they took up a lot of space. Abbie was kind of surprised how much stuff we had.
She was surprised (like everyone in the complex) by me openly carrying my AR, pistol and having a shotgun/bandoleers on the cart. Like it was okay for the military, but not me until Jennifer said I was also in the guard. Laid my bag on the couch and had the rifle on the floor when everyone decided to go to bed. Had the hand cranked flashlight on her coffee table and she saw me stick my 9 under a spare pillow she had given me and laying the shotgun on the bag. Asked if I always slept that way and told her it was safer this way and she realized we just hadn't walked from south of Woodburn to the guard base and then here. Can hear the 3 women talking in low voices. Enough.
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Post by biggkidd on Jun 10, 2014 16:09:32 GMT -6
This a really good story! Thanks
Larry
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Post by willc453 on Jun 11, 2014 16:39:32 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 32 July 5th Monday Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon
Woke up this morning smelling something really good and when I opened my eyes, there was Jennifer bent over me with 3 pancakes, covered in margarine and syrup. Now that looked/smelled good....but what looked REALLY great/outstanding was not only seeing Jennifer bent over with the plate of pancakes in her hands, asking me if they looked good, but seeing her t*ts and her red laced bra hanging down like a extra large set of cantaloupes, gently swaying because her blouse was a bit open. Guess I must of been a little too enthusiastic in saying hell yes, because she then looked into my eyes and figured out real quick what I was really talking about. She stood up and said I was really, really terrible but she smiled when she said it. She put the pancakes on the coffee table and went to turn away and I said uh uh. She stopped and said what is it now? I said didn't we have an agreement? She said about what? I said we agreed that I'd get at least one kiss from each of you per day....and you never said where or when I could get it. So I'd like mine right here, right now please. She knelt and I kissed her letting her know the hunger/feeling I had for her. Maybe there's a time limit on kissing, I don't know, but all of a sudden we both hear someone clearing their throat and it's her mom! Oh sh*t!! Felt like crawling under the sleeping bag to hide. But it's like that t-shirt I have (had?) from Hawaii that says if you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullsh*t. Told Abbie that it was alright. That Jennifer & Patricia had lost a bet with me and they had to kiss me once a day until I left, not that we knew this was going to happen. But believed a bet is a bet and I would be collecting on it until then. And if you don't believe me, ask them about it. As Jennifer walked away, I asked her to send Patricia in for my daily kiss. Then laid back on the couch with a big smile like I was some Arab sultan waiting for his next concubine to enter and give him pleasure. Jennifer was throwing daggers at me with her eye when she saw the way I was acting and that big smile on my face.
Well, sure enough here come Patricia. Thing is, she's got TWO of her top blouse buttons undone and those tits are kind of bouncing around like 2 large bobcats in a small gunny sack trying to get out. And she's wearing a black, lacy bra! Thing is, she actually KNEELS before me just like Jennifer did earlier, but is doing it deliberately AND lower! Tells me I can look all I want, but if I touch them in any way in the next 3 minutes, no kisses from either of them for a week. I'm about to say okay, then wonder WTF are these 2 up to? So I say okay and that's when she makes her move. Says oh look, reaches over to get something off the top part of the couch and her t*ts are headed straight for my face! Had just enough time to duck all of me, including my fingers, under the sleeping bag. Then started pulling the bag under/around me because the b*tch said come out of there and face me like a man and started pulling on my sleeping bag. Knew what was going to happen next....get a face full of beautiful t*ts for a second or two vs no kisses from either of them for a week? Not worth it. Told her she was a big city hussy with wicked, wicked ways and I was nothing more than some ignorant, virgin country boy. But when the 3 minutes were up, I not only expect my daily kiss, I excepted BOTH to have the top 2 buttons of their blouse unbuttoned because I was going to start having my kisses in bed from now on. She kind of screeched at that, saying there was no way, but I said you made the rule, you follow it. Besides, you should of read the fine print. What fine print? Told her you never told me to begin with that it was a limited time offer. Says she withdraws the time limit and her offer if I'll come out. I said okay....then thought/asked, does this apply to Jennifer too, otherwise I'm not coming out and she has to do the same thing you were offering. That's when I heard Jennifer say she was with drawing the offer too. That I would still get my 1 kiss a day from both of them. Said okay and peeked out and Patricia had buttoned up her blouse and Jennifer was standing off to one side looking a little irritated. So I stretched out on the couch, wiggled my little finger to Patricia to come closer and she knelt next to me and we did some kissing and made sure I was able to rock her body against mine so I could feel her t*ts against my chest. When we came up for air, Patricia said innocent, virgin country boy my a$$. Told her that was my story and I was sticking to it.
After breakfast, first thing I did was use the spanner to open the fire hydrant and let it start filling the plastic tub used to rescue the pups/cats in. People started coming out to get water and they were orderly. Then went to the 2nd hydrant, opened it a crack and other people came over to fill their jugs. Think maybe me wearing the guard shirt helped remind people there was order (or going to be) in all of this chaos.
Find out it's not an apartment, but not a condo either. Some kind of bastardized thing the builders built, so it's a bit bigger than an apartment, but not condo size either. I'm glad they live on the first floor....would have been a b*tch trying to get bikes & carts up the stairs. Met a bunch more people living there and there's a Mexican girl (Maria, in her 20's) living across from Jennifer/her mom. Nice looking, with curves & bulges in all the right spots and a nice looking Asian woman (Ellen, early/late 30's) above and to the right of their apartment. They wanted to know what was going on, so told them about the emp effect and how the guard was trying to distribute food in the Woodburn area. But we hope to hear from guard headquarters in Salem and get something going around here. Also gave them a guard flyer. But other than that, didn't know. But if they had any questions, they're welcome to ask. Told them about the opened fire hydrants and they wasted no time leaving to get some. I dunno....am I a hypocrite for even looking at other women when all I think of is Jennifer/Patricia? Thing is, I look and other women fall way short of them. Worse yet, my hunger for them grows.
Anyway, Jennifer/Patricia were busy cooking more of the meat. Wanted this stuff cooked before it went bad. Dogs were happy in getting meat, though they had to eat out on the patio in the back. The 3 older couples were there and Jennifer said she didn't think I'd mind and said no. Figure they were taking care of Abbie and what goes around, comes around. Thing is, really don't have that much food. Maybe 3-4 weeks worth? Thinking of going back to the farm for corn to help our food supply. Herbert asked when we could go fishing....knew I had created a monster.
One thing I haven't talked about is sh*t and how much everyone as a group produces. Wasn't till we got near here that I started smelling the city (population 6,000+). From what I've seen so far, the smoke is from people cooking on open fires or wood in their barbeques. And while you can pe* all you want to in a toilet, sh*t's a different matter. There's a large dirt lot next to the apartment complex, apparently this complex was the 1st of 3 that were to be built. While construction had begun (ground leveled in one area), that's as far as it got. The land owners got hit by a money crunch and had put off the expansion a couple of months ago. The 3 sani-huts were basically full and really, really nasty smelling. So people started digging holes in the dirt, sh*t, wipe their a$$, then cover it up. But there's about 200 people living around here and that's a lot of sh*t. And flies drawn by it. And of course, heard about more than one person going to dig a hole, only to find someone else's sh*t, no pun intended. I've got a lot of cr*p on my plate and the hardest part is trying to decided what has to come first and of course, how much of it can be done if at all, by myself.
I remember in midevil times, disease was the worse thing happening/killing people off. Typhoid (?), I think was the number one killer and that came from polluted water. All I could do was hope the holes I had the men from the neighborhood dig won't pollute it. Took me a couple of hours going to the various houses/apartment complexes talking with people (men & women) and some are a$$holes with their attitude of what's in it for me/not interested. Those few who still refused to help, made a list of which considering, only has 3 names/addresses on it. Again, think me wearing the guard shirt and opening up the fire hydrants helped a lot. And passing out the flyers. Several people volunteered large tubs to collect the water from the hydrants and left them there so others could just dip their containers into them and if the tub got full, there was a spare tub next to it. Thing is, told everyone that I'd be shutting it off at night because I didn't want to waste any water as no idea how long the pressure would last. Got 65 people to volunteer to dig latrines, others to donate wood and tarps. Others said they'd help tomorrow and told them WE (meaning the neighborhood) were depending on them to keep their word.
Asked about their food supplies and at first, they didn't want to talk about it at all, which I understood. Told them about Woodburn and most of them only have maybe over a little weeks worth left. Why buy a bunch of food to take up space when you can go to the store every week? But 4 houses have preppers in them, with one of them being a self serving a$$hole. Three agreed to help after I explained about digging holes and the bit about Woodburn. The other said he wanted nothing to do with anyone, not come back and closed the door in my face. There's a few people (30+?) that met me with guns in their hands which made me nervous the first two times it happened. After that, I called out to the house, telling who I was and asking permission to talk with them. THAT made things a lot easier and safer for me. I'd be talking with someone and then pretend to cough, but saying tweawki. Hoping I can get those 3 to become leaders in the neighborhood. And they knew that the power had been hit by an emp effect. Some people did volunteer to get/supervise the holes dug which left me free to check out other things. Gary lives across the street from Jennifers place, so gave him the spanner, told him where I was staying and if I wasn't back by dark, to return it to her. Told him if the water flow kept steady, have everyone take 5 gallons of extra water so they could flush their toilets this one time only.
And that tub of water is a heavy mother f*cker. Think it's something like 5+ gallons of water and had to be careful in not spilling any of it. I know that I/we're wasting water doing something like this, but also figure it's not only going to be a morale builder, but a lesser health issue. Who wants to be in any place where the toilet's full of it? Of course, NONE of the girls (including Abbie) were going to help me on this one....that's what men are for. At least she had one of those less using water toilets that only takes 2 gallons or so to flush. I was really busy with the plunger making sure that it flushed and not overflow. Jennifer and Abbie came with me as both knew some of the people around the neighborhood, so while I was a stranger, I wasn't a total stranger.
Kind of strange not knowing what time....sh*t, forgot about my wind up alarm clock in my overnight bag. Not that I know what time it really is, but still.... Anyway, got Abbies phone book and started checking for any local sani-hut company, train museum and city hall. Decided to add churches to my list, something that surprised the girls/Abbie when I asked for directions to them. Abbie gave me directions to city hall and sani-hut. Took Patricias bike and a couple of garbage bags in case I found some stuff we could use. There is no Walmart around here and only 2 supermarkets, one which sounds like the size of Scolari's. Gold help me, had to check and found there's a dog pound here too. While I couldn't carry as much stuff without a cart, at least her bike had the baskets on it. Took what I've gotten to referring as my credit cards: the 3 pound sledge used to thump tires and a small crowbar.
First problem I had with the bike was getting the AR to rest on the handle bars/front basket. Ended up using some of the nylon rope bought on Monday as I didn't want to touch the paracord unless really needed. Then had to practice coming to a stop/grabbing the rifle, dismounting, then tried it riding the bike, but this time, jumping off of it with rifle in my hand. Did this on a grassy area away from everyone on my way to the pound. Figure it might be a surprise to someone who wanted to be unpleasant towards me.
The pound was f*cked....no one there to care for the animals like in Woodburn. And of course, this time, no fire hydrants, not that I had any way of opening one. And no idea where the fire department was at. But there were several water heaters in the place, so used buckets to take care of the live dogs/cats first, then the dozen plus rabbits, then the birds. Then turned around and started feeding them. At least there was a bunch of dry food for them. As to the lizards, turned them loose out in the field, then the birds, then the cats. Most of the dogs seemed friendly enough once I got them some water and then some dog food. Found the keys to all the cages in one of the offices. Thing is, a lot of them were dead or near death, so best thing I could do was leave food/water and leave the cage/pound doors open. Found a dead Pekinese which reminded me of Weasel, but she and her 3 pups were dead. I buried them in the blanket they were resting on. They looked like they were asleep. The other dead dogs/cats I let remain in their cages. When I saw the dead animals, got the chills. Not just from them being dead, but thinking of that part where the guy is taking his only dog out to be killed and eaten by his family. No way was I ready to start carving up, cooking and eating dead dogs. Thing is, what's happening to/with Gwen, Simon & Grizzly? If everyone's bugged out for Karens, hoping/figuring they'll be taking everything including the dry/wet dog food in the kitchen and shed.
The other female dog (some kind of mix) with 5 pups was definitely unfriendly, so used a broom to get her water/food bowls from the cage. Three of her pups had died. About an hour or so of getting all of this stuff done, went to check on her an she was wagging her tail a little bit. So knelt down next to her cage and held my hand next to it. I wasn't really sure how'd she'd react, so kind of nervous. But she let me pet her, so opened her cage. She didn't bolt or anything like that and able to get the dead pups off the blanket and they too got buried with a blanket thing from the dog pound shelves next to the Pekinese. Had to kill 9 dogs because as soon as they got some water/food/rest they would lunge against the cage/door, showing nothing but teeth. Some were barking/growling so much, they had foam/slobber coming out. Didn't want to do it, but no way I was taking a chance of letting them out either to attack me or someone else any time soon. So after letting all the animals out (except the rabbits), killed them with the 9 and left them in their cages. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. I hate this sh*t. Momma dog and 2 pups went with me back to Jennifers. Took all the dry dog food (and a few pounds of rabbit food) I could pack in garbage bags from the pound along with some of those kennel blanket things. The rabbits went into 2 wire cages with a blanket thing on the floor and they were strapped to the bike.
Between meeting people, getting sh*tters dug and the pound, it's been a long day. Thing is, doesn't feel like I'm getting anything done. Still have to hit the train and car museums. It was getting dark when I got back and knocked on the door. Patricia asked who was it and I said an ignorant, virgin country boy. WOW! Was I ever surprised by her reaction upon seeing me. Flung herself at me and kissed me, WITH TONGUE!! Took me a second or two to respond, but did with a LOT of enthusiasm. Then Jennifer was there, doing the same thing and that got me to wondering what was going on? Actually, they were both not only glad to see me, but very, very happy. Didn't realize that I might actually mean that much to them....though probably not all the way I'd like it to be. Not that I'm sure how I want me/them to be. I was also thinking that maybe there was some unpleasant chore they wanted me to do and setting me up. Kind of unfair, yeah, but after Patricia tried shoving her t*ts in my face this morning.... Abbie was unhappy about mama dog and it was going to stay outside, till Jennifer saw my face and said they're staying. Told them both that I'd see about making up some sort of fence outside their patio area so the dogs could then stay outside in good weather if it would make amends. Abbie said okay. So now we have 3 full grown dogs, 1 pup (Albert, Herberts dog), mama dog and her 2 puppies that don't have names....yet.
Dug out candles from a cart for light when it got dark. After busting thru the farm bedroom door like I did, going to prop a chair under the front doors doorknob before going to bed. The questionable meat is gone with the older couples coming over for supper again. They know that this is their last night for a free meal as there's just enough for a couple of meals for the rest of us. Feeling bad about it, but what can I do? Gotta get more food not only for us, but them and the people around here. I'm not eating much....just some rice made by Jennifer or Patricia. Haven't said anything to the girls, but my head's starting to hurt/ache like a mother f*cker. First time I ever took (2) ibuprofen. something I read helps with head/back aches and general pain relief.
Abbie doesn't allow smoking in the house and had no problem with that, so was sitting on the steps leading to the apartments earlier this evening. Trying to get the feel of the neighborhood while on the steps. Come to think of it, this is the first night in a city. I mean, Woodburn is a city, but we were at the base with a lot of warehouses around us. And gotta wonder how everyone's doing on the road and up there? Has Pearl Diver and the others gotten any more trucks running? Wonder how long would it take me to get up there on a bike. And that's something to consider....maybe get some sort of courier service going between the smaller cities with Salem as a hub? But no idea how things are in Salem....Portland went to sh*t quick enough, but then it got hit by the quake and tsunami.
While sitting on the steps heard Ellen come out of her place, saying she thought she smelled smoke and did I have an extra one? Nice/good looking woman. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and yeah, did try to look up her dress. Not that I got to see anything because it was getting dark. Sh*t. She'd pay me for it of course. Told her that money was basically worthless, but she was welcomed to have one, but non filtered. She didn't care and sat down next to me. So we're smoking and get to bs'ing. Find out she's some kind of web page designer and does well enough to work at home. Her families in Hawaii (she's single and family are unhappy about that) and of course, unable to contact them. Explained what the emp did to electronics. She does have a bike, but the local 7-11's (3 of them) got pretty much emptied by everyone on the 3rd day of no power and some of the locals around there were giving her the eye and said you understand what I'm saying and I said yes. Told her that if she or Maria had any problems about that, let me know.
Wanted to know more about me. Told her about being a driver up here when everything went down, helping out with disaster relief, knowing Jennifer/Patricia from them working at Hooters. Then joining the guard and helping them get down here. Made it bland as possible. Nothing about shooting people, etc. Said really and I said honest Injun. Then she says, is that why I started organizing people to build outhouses, opened fire hydrants so we all could get water instead of walking 2 miles away, coming back with a dog and 2 pups including a dozen rabbits. Cr*p. Forgot about how nosey people can be. Told her to just call me Dudley Doright Junior, okay? She kind of laughed at that, but could see wheels spinning in her head about our conversation or lack of it on my part. As she walked away, noticed her black hair was between her shoulder blades and a$$....man, always have liked long haired women. Her a$$ is small, but considering her height, it was poetry in motion between it going back and forth and her bouncing up/down, left/right.
About ready for bed, just want to get the rest of this stuff down. Abbey wanted to talk to me about something, but Jennifer said not to bother me while I was writing. Told Abbey that I could stop if she wanted me to, but told it could wait until tomorrow. Was surprised when Patricia came over to say goodnight and I said goodnight without turning around because I was writing. She kind of harumped, so I turned around to see what she wanted. Sits on my lamp, saying she wanted to give me a good night kiss and starts kissing me with tongue! Funny thing about it was me pulling back and saying whoa, whoa. She looked at me confused and asked didn't I like doing it this way? I said yes and no. For something like this, the kiss should be this way and I kissed her gently back with no tongue and when I broke up the kiss, kissed her behind her ear and said thank you. She said you're welcome, but then I reached out and took her hand and said, today is still today so don't be thinking I'll forget about tomorrows kiss payment. She laughed at that and went to her room. About 5 minutes later, Jennifer's here, saying the same thing, but while she's sitting on my lap, she's not initiating the kissing part. So gave her the same kiss/thanks I gave Patricia. And told her the same thing about tomorrows kiss being due and that they were both wicked, wicked hussies. She said they knew that, but they once stayed at a Holiday Inn....and basically did a bump and grind, knowing I was watching her the entire time. While all of this was going on with them....never felt my headache. Too bad a drug company can't make a pill like that.
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Post by hamrad on Jun 14, 2014 7:42:23 GMT -6
nice to see the Layover coming back to life Will.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 15, 2014 11:12:10 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 33 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 16th Tuesday
Felt a little better this morning....maybe the ibuprofen helped. Took 2 more just in case. Anyway, got woke up by Herbert shaking me awake...man, I must of been out of it. Anyway, he's only foot or so from me, saying mommy says I have to get up or she'll give my pancakes to the dogs and can we go fishing? Said I'd be up in bit and said a bit louder: what, no breakfast or kisses in bed like yesterday? Patricia calls back, saying the were wicked, big city hussies and didn't want to scare the ignorant, virgin country boy. Jennifer chimes in saying that's their story and they're sticking to it. Get up lazy bones. And heard them BOTH giggle. I don't get no respect. But they did have my coffee ready and was going to get my daily smooch till Patricia asked if I had brushed my teeth?! WTF?! Said no and she pointed her finger to the bathroom. She also gave me a small pot of hot water, saying it was for me to shave with. Cr*p....beginning to feel like some fat domesticated house cat. You know, declawed and deballed. But considering the kisses I'm getting/giving.... Told they'll have my pancakes ready when I'm done cleaning up. Got my shaving gear bag, did my thing and thinking when can I take another bath? While doing all this stuff in the bathroom, Herbert's asking again when can we go fishing. Told him we'd have to ask mommy about any streams or some place to fish first and he hauls a$$. Albert (his pup) is following him everywhere. The dogs are outside on the patio area and being fed with more of the bad meat. Figure there's one or two more days of it left and keeping it in the fridge. Momma dog and her puppies are doing okay and lets me pet her, though she's a bit skittish about me touching her puppies, so don't mess with them too much. Told Herbert to stay away from her/them until I said other wise.
Back in the kitchen, Patricia says my pancakes are on the table and I said kiss of the day first. Feeling pretty good, but this time when I kissed her, think she was a bit surprised when I didn't give her any tongue. Just a soft, gently kiss along with a gentle hug, then kissed her below her ear and said thank you. Did the same with Jennifer. They both looked at me and Jennifer asked if I was okay because normally.... Told them there were times & places for different kinds of kisses, even an ignorant, virgin country boy knows that. Besides, her mom was watching. What a romance/smoocher killer she was being there.
Gary stopped by to get the spanner just as I was headed out the front door. Kind of awkward with rifle and ammo bag slung while carrying my pancakes/coffee. Herbert was going to follow me out, but Jennifer said let me eat my breakfast in peace for a little bit. As hungry as I was, had to have my morning smoke first. Of course, some hacking to begin with. Then Ellen came down, saying she was wondering if I was going to make it. Did get a good look at her legs----woo woo! Told her that I'd be okay once I got the 2nd or even 3rd cigarette down. Offered her the pack and told her to take two but I wanted the butt when she was done with them. She wanted to know why and told her. Something she had never heard of.
Getting ready to eat and realize she's staring at me and ask her what's wrong. She says nothing, then realize she's not trying to stare at my pancakes. Asked her if she'd like some and offered her mine, saying I could have the girls cook up another batch for me. Without hesitation, she said if I didn't mind and took them. Thing is, she rolled them up like a burrito and ate them that way Not only that, she did her best to sop up all the margarine/syrup with the pancakes. Asked her if she wanted some coffee and when she said yes, got her a cup along with some sugar/dairy creamer packets. Hadn't hardly tasted mine, but then I had French Vanilla creamer in it and even though I hadn't thought of it, wouldn't of offered her any. I mean, jeez, since I wasn't offering any to the guys, no way she was going to get some.
Told her, excuse me for being blunt, but when was the last time you actually ate? F*ck....she basically hasn't really eaten since Wednesday of last week. While she did (used to?) have groceries, it was more snack food than actual food like soup, meat, etc. Seems 95+% of the time, she'd eat out or have it delivered. While she can cook, she was making so much money that she could afford something like this all the time. And she used her credit cards all the time to buy stuff with....no real money on her. And with power gone on Monday, she couldn't get any money from the bank because who has a bank book any more and of course, while the bank people knew her, they refused to give her any money because they couldn't verify how much she had.
She was surprised when power went out on Monday, but had just finished a web page she'd been working on the past week. Figured since power was out, she may as well get some groceries and of course, her car wouldn't start. Wasn't happy with that, but figured going to a 7-11 a few miles away. But started wondering what was going on when she saw the cars/trucks pulled over and people with WTF looks on their faces. Talked with a couple of women and none knew what was happening. What really got her to being scared is when she was told they tried calling road service....and no cell phone worked. Same with hers she found out. That's when she decided to head back home, knowing something was wrong, but not what or when things would be back to "normal". What really started scaring her was no water. She had candles, so she wasn't sitting there totally in the dark. All she had in her cupboard was some left over snack food, having had a party with a bunch of friends from Salem on Friday.
F*ck. Lead, follow or get out of the way. Told her I wanted to know what she had for food because I'm also thinking maybe she's trying to scam me because after all, I/we came here with 2 loaded bicycle carts filled with stuff even if it was covered. Her place is really neat/clean, family photos on the walls, degrees from different colleges/courses she's taken, photos of her in different places/countries, so she must be doing really, really good as a web page designer. But she doesn't have f*ck for food. Sh*t, I have (had?) more food in my kitchen closet that would last me 2 weeks, maybe more and that's not counting the meat in the freezer and that would be good for at least 1 1/2/ weeks with me eating meat every day. She had eaten the 2 cans of tomato soup (cold) on Monday/Tuesday with a side order of green olives that looked big/expensive and some sort of fancy crackers. Four olives left in the jar and a couple of crackers. On Tuesday, she knew she had to get some food, but the 7-11's were cleaned out and at the small market, prices had jumped....like $20 for a can of tuna fish?! She always didn't get cash for her web pages....she had done some bartering like getting a top of the line, big screen tv from some place in exchange for that companies web page. Or another place where she got silk blouses, etc. Thing is, she has money but no way of getting any and of course, with prices jumping like they did on Tuesday.... Good or bad, everything goes down in my diary.
Standing there looking at her empty pantry, trying to figure out how much we've got and what kind of dent she'll put in our food supply. Next thing I know she says she's willing to barter with me and I'm wondering what she's talking about. I mean, I don't need/have an interest in her stuff and must of looked confused because she comes up to me, puts her arms around my neck, kisses me and sticks her tongue in my mouth?! F*ck. It's been 2 months or so since I've been laid and she's offering herself to me for food?! Thing is, went to push her back, telling her she didn't need to do this but as I write this, that's a lie. Felt her t*ts as my hands went to stop her and instead put my arms around her and kissed her back, with tongue. And then not only cupped her a$$, but pulled her up tight against me to where I could feel her crotch against my c*ck. Which was hard as a rock and it was good to have a womans a$$ in my hands again.
The black side kept saying f*ck her, f*ck her. It's only a little bit of food and the girls will understand that she hasn't eaten for so long and you want to help her out. They don't have to know you're also f*cking her. And the images of her naked came into my mind and I'm thinking I can take her to bed right now and f*ck her. Me on top, her on top, doggy style, her giving me a blow job with all that black, luscious long hair in my crotch. And I'm thinking is this how I'd want my sisters/nieces treated? And the black side said she's not them, you have no idea what they're doing and nothing you can do about it anyway. AND she's OFFERING herself to you. But got to thinking the way Patricia/Jennifer kiss me and it took a will of effort to get her arms from around my neck and I started backing up. That's when she started pressing herself against me, saying she knew for a fact that I wasn't gay and actually stroked/squeezed my c*ck! Almost lost it there because the way I felt, wanted to f*ck her right then and there on the floor. I'd of backed up even further, but found myself pressed against a wall.
Told her no more and she backed off a little bit and said they must be really giving me good f*cks to pass her up. But if I wanted it, we could make it a foursome. She's never done something like that before, but it that's what it took.... Then says how about a freebie to show me how good she could be to me just to make things even for the pancakes, coffee and smokes? She kneels down and started working on my belt and zipper. Knew that if her hand got ahold of my d*ck, I'd f*ck her mouth, girls be damned. Told her to back up, it wasn't that way between us. That I'd help her out on food, but I couldn't afford her the way she was offering herself to me. Looked at me with disbelief and said other men in the neighborhood had seen her and already made offers to her, knowing she was alone. She was getting desperate enough to take one of them up on it till I showed up the other day. Said she saw some of the food I had in one of the carts and since I lived below, it would be more convenient/discreet. I had to have food to spare because I had offered her pancakes like it used to be, meaning food was plentiful. Not only that, I've got cigarettes, coffee, sugar and God knows what else.
Really big pluses in my favor was getting water going for everyone in the neighborhood, getting sh*tters dug, organizing neighbors to do something instead of sitting on their a$$es....even going to the pound, something she or anyone else never though of doing. Which proved to her that the girls weren't f*cking me just for food/protection. Stands up, asks if I was sure about her offer and next thing I know, she's slipped off her skirt and opens/removes her blouse. God d*mn, that girl's got a nice set of t*ts for her body size and could see the dark patch between her legs under her panties. And they weren't no Walmart, China made stuff either. Had to be silk panties and bra. Two f*cking months....it's been two f*cking months I've been without sex and she's offering herself to me.
I think what put it into a different perspective for me was when she offered me a freebie. And even now, can't help thinking of her sucking me off with that long, black hair of hers firmly in my hands. Thing is, when she made her offer, wasn't thinking of the girls, but Janet undressed and me "offering" the 2 beasts a "freebie". I know what Ellen was offering and Janet/I doing were two different things, but....
So turned around and told her to get dressed. That's when she started crying and saying okay, she'll find someone else. She was still naked except for panties and bra, but I reached out and pulled her against me. Her face kind of lit up, thinking I was going to take her up on her offer and her hands went for my belt till I said no. Told her I couldn't afford her price and by that, I meant I'd lose part of my soul/me being me. Told her that I'd get her some spare food just to have in her place and see that she started eating with us. That I'd do my best to take care of her just like I was doing for the girls. That if she ever had any problems with guys in the neighborhood, let me know and I'd deal with it. She said if I wanted her to be a spare, meaning as a standby for a quick f*ck/something different that was okay with her, but those girls must be REALLY giving me the best f*cks in the world. Cr*p....something must of shown on my face, because she looked amazed and said I wasn't/hadn't been....
Originally, I had been holding her to comfort her when she started crying. Thing was, there was nothing sexual about me holding her. I mean, yeah, I felt her body against mine, but there was no attraction by me sexually towards her. I mean, f*ck, she's really pretty and built, offering herself to me simply because of what's happened to her in the past week....and I'm not only turning her offer down, telling her I'll protect/provide for her for free?
Don't know what it was that changed things, but suddenly I did feel her naked against me and I let go of her really, really quick and stepped back a few feet. She wanted to know why I was still around them if I wasn't, you know. Told her I had no idea what it was about them, but they drove me crazy. Asked maybe they were c*ck teasers, you know, letting me think I'll "get some", but it'll never happen. Told her no, the problem I had was their liking/respecting me. And what woman takes a man seriously when she's thinking of him that way? But if I ever got the chance....
That's when she made her mistake, saying I'd do what and said it like I wouldn't do anything if given a chance especially since she had just offered herself to me. Then she was gone....in her place was Patricia/Jennifer. Grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, pushed her hard against a wall, shoved my legs between hers so hers were forced open. Then forced my lips on hers and then my tongue was in her mouth and my free hand was pushing down her bra, then fondling, pulling/squeezing her t*t and then nipple. And I could feel it start getting hard under my hand. Then went to kissing her jaw, down her neck and licking/sucking on that t*t of hers while the other hand went to her belly, to slip between her panties and started sliding my hand in and out of her pu$$y, starting slowly at first, then picking up speed. She gasped when I put her against the wall and then really gasping when I worked my fingers between her legs. Then Jennifer/Patricia were gone and it was Helen with her back against the wall. Let go of her, backed up and told her that I was thinking of them when I was doing all of this. Imagine what I'll do if I ever got my hand on the two of them. That's how f*cking crazy they drive me. It's not the idea of us being in bed, but the way they treat me. Cooking, walking together, some times holding hands, feeling their hips bump mine as we walked, making me brush my teeth before I get my daily kiss. The way Jennifer takes care of Herbert, Patricia's putting a nail in the corner of her mouth when she's trying to decide something, the way the girls laugh at some of my really bad puns/jokes. Told her the list could go on and on and on.
Ellen said Jesus....you've got it bad. But those two (and she said "two" with distain) don't see you as a man do they? I said probably not. Told her if I hadn't met those two, but you instead under the same circumstances here and now, I think I'd of taken you up on your offer in a heartbeat. Just tired of being alone. Tells me if what I said was true, she's changed her mind about me. That not only after I put my hands on her, but the way I did it, she knew I was male, but more importantly, I have honor. While she didn't love me, she would do what she could to change my mind from the girls to thinking of her that way. Told her it would never happen and she says, we'll see.
Watched her get dressed before I left and yeah, I liked her watching her doing this. Her comment got me to thinking....do the girls love me even a little bit? I always thought/felt if you kissed someone, you HAD TO care for them in some way. And the ugly thought occurred to me: were they being c*ck teasers? Getting a lot of kisses from them, but are they GIVING them to me because they want to or they know it makes me happy/motivated to care, protect, etc. them even more?
Told her if asked, just pass the word that she/I were sleeping together/under my protection. Figured this would be a good thing because a lot of people saw us (the guard) arrive and of course, the number of guns I was carrying, not knowing there were others covered by the tarps. The other thing was for all intents and purposes she was mine and I could see her thinking/agreeing that in a different way. Said it's not that way. You are NOT to offer yourself to anyone, for anything and as the way things are, I'm sure word would get around pretty quick if you did. The day that happens, you're on your own. She says okay.
Went downstairs to one of the carts and started setting aside food for her when Jennifer came over, asking what was I doing? Before I could get an answer out, Patricia is there, asking what's going on? Jennifer says I'm putting food off to one side....was I leaving them? No idea where/how she came up with that one. That's when Patricia says I wasn't leaving them, followed by a pause, are you? Thing is, I had set/opened bob next to the cart, thinking what could I give Helen food wise and had decided to keep my stuff in bob just in case something happened and the 5 of us (now 6) had to haul a$$ for any reason. Considering the things I've been going thru in just a week or so, best not only to be paranoid, but ask, was I paranoid enough? Told them I was giving some food to Helen and that she'd be eating with us at least once a day. Didn't even have the time to explain how she didn't have any food, etc. and both girls went kind of....ballistic? Maybe that's not the right word, but concerned/pi$$ed/jealous? Both telling me there really wasn't that much food here, but that all of this was my food of course and I could do anything I wanted with it.
What the f*ck was this thing with "my food"? Never thought of it as "my food"....funny thing about it, was me always thinking it as for them, THEN for me. Placing them/Herbert and now Abbie first and foremost before me. Didn't like where this was going, so turned to face them and asked them if they trusted me? They said yes and I said no, do you REALLY trust me? Do you trust me so much that if I asked you to sleep with the 3 of us naked in bed, would you trust/ accept my word that I wouldn't do anything improper?
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Post by willc453 on Jun 16, 2014 8:47:54 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 34 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 16th Tuesday (contd)
They both thought that this was really wrong/in bad taste and started going on about it till I said it's either a yes or no. Said if I hear anything else but a yes, I take it you're saying no, that you really don't trust me.
Thing is, they knew I was serious and if they said yes, would I ask them to do this, starting tonight? Would I keep my word about nothing happening? And what would they do if I decided not to? After all, they both knew how I felt about them and now they're naked in bed with me? That shut them up for about 10 seconds and told them the clock is ticking and you have 5 seconds left and if I don't have a yes answer, I take it as a no and looked at my watch even though it didn't work. Not that they knew this at the time. I could see the girls talking to each other even though words weren't being said. I had no idea if they'd say yes or not. Trust was a word easily given "before then" and now with things being like they were and after what the girls have been thru.... Jennifer was the first to say yes and I said yes what? She said if I wanted her to sleep naked with me, she would. And she was about in tears. I said no, it's you AND Patricia sleeping naked with me, so say it right. And she did and tears started falling. Then Patricia said the same thing and she started crying.
Think what scared them was I had suddenly changed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde. And you know what? I liked it. Not them being scared/crying, but maybe make them realize that I'm not some panting. old geezer after a couple of hotties....maybe having their liking/respecting me wasn't enough. That I not only wanted more, but I was gong to demand/expect more. And if they didn't, what would they do or happen to them if I ever did leave them? Pointed my finger at the floor in front of me and told them to kneel right there. They did, but not close enough, so told them to get close until they were a foot or so away from me. Leaned forward and kissed each of them on the lips and said thank you. And then told them why I was really setting some of the food aside. Don't know if it was a good thing or bad, but told them how Helen had offered herself to me and why. Not that I was going into any kind of real detail you know, or the part where I physically responded to her offer. I mean, there's honesty and suicide. The problem was, I'm sure their imagination surpassed what actually happened.
Thought they'd be pi$$ed at me for making them make the choice of "sleeping" with me or not. They were made as f*cking hell at Helen for doing something like this. She's got to be a whore, slut, etc. and really carrying on till I told them to shut the f*ck up. That REALLY shocked them because I've never talked to them that way. Explained to Jennifer what would she do if she was in the same position: no family to help her, no money, no food and Herbert saying I'm hungry mommy, I'm hungry. And now it's the 5th day of nothing to feed Herbert except for a couple of olives and maybe 3 very small crackers. You sneak out to the stream to get water, but more than one man has not only seen you, but knows you're alone with a boy and probably no/little food in the apartment. And what happens if some guy decides not to take no for an answer and comes knocking on your door in the middle of the night? Told Patricia, remember when those guys said if they could shoot you in the leg and still be able to f*ck you? She was looking sick at that memory and others. Told her, then you found me and all I've done is for the best I could for you 3. Now this woman is on the edge of a world of hurt, I'm willing to help her and you're saying it's wrong, she's a slut, whore, etc.? Said if that's the case, you're not the women I always thought you to be. Then turned around to go thru the food in the cart while they whispered to each other.
After a minute or so of silence, felt their hands on my shoulders and Patricia asking me to turn around. She and Jennifer were sorry, they'd didn't understand/know the full story of Helen and had forgotten how things could of gone for them if we hadn't met or if I had gotten killed at the farm and other places where I could have been. It really wasn't a case of their forgetting....it was more not wanting to remember the unpleasant things that have happened or could of happened.
Told them I was giving Helen 3 days worth of food in case something happened to me. If she worked it right, it might last 6, maybe more. For me, it was giving her a bob of sorts and since they had mine if I never returned for what ever reason, I hoped they would continue sharing with her. That got them upset. It wasn't the thought of sharing with her, but that something could happen to me and I like to think it was because they cared for me, not for what I've been providing for them.
When I got up, so did they and told Patricia no more t*t teasing games, do you understand? I figure/believe you two meant it as a joke of some kind, but it's hard enough on my c*ck as it is with me being around you both all the time, even harder on my heart. Told them about me telling Helen she was "mine" in one way and if need be, casually let it be known how we "were". They were a bit shocked at this, but understood things being like they were now, maybe it was a good idea. Whether they'd do it or not, don't know. Said I know that they don't love me and I'd try my best to show my love for them. But if it comes down to it where I can't get/receive your love, I have to leave. If I'm doing something wrong, I need to know, I'm not a mind reader.
I know that if things happened like they did, I'd of bs'd with Patricia that night before going back to Reno the next morning....I've beaten off more than once thinking of one or both of you in my bed. But each time afterwards, it was always the same....your faces were the first things I wanted to see in the morning and last thing when I went to sleep. The truth is, you drive me more than crazy. I love you both. That's when I saw the kitchen door move just a hair and wondered, oh f*ck....did Abbie hear any of this? And what the f*ck's going to happen now? Think I was the first guy to ever tell them about me (or any man) admitting that he beat off thinking of them. But maybe it was also telling them how I wanted to see them before going to sleep and waking up.
Told the girls I wanted them to be with me when we brought the food to Helen. Patricia wanted to know why they had to go and told her I wanted them to meet each other now instead of having an awkward kind of thing when she shows up for supper tonight. And that Jennifer would have to tell her mom that Helen would be coming over from now on and why. Jennifer says, oh yeah, I'll be sure to tell her everything and she emphasized the word everything. I said really, then trying to imitate Herberts voice, said "I'm hungry mommy, I'm hungry". She got a little white faced hearing me and said she was sorry. I got closer to her and asked if I could kiss her and she says I didn't have to ask, after all, didn't they have agree I'd get one kiss a day? Told her yeah we do, but I couldn't kiss them like I had been doing any more because I wanted her/Patricia to be not only willing to kiss me, but WANTING to kiss me and get kisses from me. If she said no, I'd understand. Waited for an eternity it seemed like before she said okay and gave me a kiss. Then Patricia said, I'm in too and got a kiss from her.
Go upstairs, knock on the door with Helen asking who it is, so tell her. She basically leaped forward, wraps her arms around me, kissing me on the face while also crying saying I had been gone for so long, she thought those two Hooter girls weren't going to let me feed her, but since I brought food.... And realized she was not only wearing a pair of tight shorts, but a t-shirt that hung just below her t*ts. Thing is, there was a lot of distain in her voice when she said "Hooter girls". Then her mouth is locked on mine and her tongue is in my mouth. I can taste her tongue because she had to have just eaten on of those green olives. While I didn't stick my tongue in her mouth, I wasn't thinking until my brain said: A$$HOLE ALERT! A$$SSHOLE ALERT! THE GIRLS ARE RIGHT BEHIND YOU SEEING ALL OF THIS!!!
Here's the f*cking scary part. As they faced each other, it was like looking at 2 cats staring down each other. Reminded of the video where 2 cats were doing the same thing and next thing you know there's nothing but fur flying as they go at each other. Jennifer says "Hooter girls?" and that gave me the shivers, cause it wasn't pleasant the way she said it. Patricia then says "oh really?" and that was just as scary. Time for this country boy to get his a$$ out of Dodge. Gave the bag of food to Helen and went to say about how long it should last her when Jennifer says "Andy, why don't you take Herbert fishing and let us girls talk for bit". F*ck me, I was gone and Jennifer closed the door.
Thing is, I HAD to listen just in case the girls started to beat the $hit out of Helen. If so, I was going to stop that bs. Heard some words and Jennifer says I'm a good, decent man and something, something, something. Then Helen says they should of been here 20 minutes ago and I got the f*ck out of there. The problem with listening to key holes is what if the door suddenly opens?
Asked Abbie about some places to fish, but she not only didn't know any, but was kind of distant/cool towards me. Figure she heard everything and there was going to be h*ll to pay later on. One problem at a time. Did talk about the stream though and that's where we headed. Had to empty the cart and put all the supplies/guns in Herberts room so he could ride as I didn't want to tire him out on our walk there/back. You know you've got your head up your a$$ when you realize you've left your rifle in a womans apartment. Just getting hit with so many things at one time....I mean, it's different if I think something bad is going to happen or could happen at any time, but to have someone like Helen (NAKED to boot!) in my arms, then the girls going f*cking crazy? Last thing I wanted to do was go back up there, but had to. Had other rifles from the cart, but they weren't mine, meaning not used to them. Door to her place was closed, so went to knock when I heard them talking inside. No screaming coming from inside, so knocked and Jennifer asks who is it? Told her it was me and could I have my rifle please? Felt like a f*cking moron. Door opens, her arm sticks out with it in her hand she says here. I no sooner had it in my hands, the door slams shut! F*ck, I'm glad I wasn't in the room then and there. And better yet, just get the f*ck out of here.
While we're leaving, talked with Gary who said they were going to build more $hitters, but it would help if I could get some lumber, you know, to make it more private for the ladies. Said okay, but it would have to wait until tomorrow if that was okay, because the boy and I had to do some male bonding. Herbert say no we're not, we're going fishing! Gary laughed and said that was a good idea, but not to bother with the stream as there's a bunch of people up & down it already doing the same thing along with others camping there. Refugees he said and that surprised me as we're pretty far from Salem. And worried me....what's going on there? I mean, it's the state capital. Tells me of a pond/sort of a lake about 6 miles north west of here that people have pretty much forgotten about. Better there than the stream.
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Post by hamrad on Jun 18, 2014 13:50:22 GMT -6
nice work as always will
regards Kev
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Post by millwright on Jun 19, 2014 0:45:07 GMT -6
AWWWRIGHT!
I'm caught up now.
I couldn't imagine trying to deal with 2-3+ women on a full time basis... not even being emotionally connected, just living together.
My dog would never respect me again. LOLOLOL
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Post by willc453 on Jun 19, 2014 7:41:36 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 35 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 16th Tuesday (contd)
Wasn't really comfortable taking Herbert to some maybe pond/lake 6 miles away or hope we'd get something out of the stream. Worried what if something happened to me....then what happens to Herbert? Gary was right....there are a bunch (maybe a hundred?) of people camping along the stream, but not the hordes I thought Gary was talking about.
They lived on the outskirts of Salem and they fled because of gangs hitting the area. Thing is, the gangs don't to be randomly looting. Hardware stores, a few attempts at banks, Radio Shack/electronic type stores, bicycles stores, etc. They're killing some people and many women/girls are gone and I'm thinking another farm? None of this is making any sense. Gangs aren't organized. From what I understand, they all have territories, like streets marking their boundaries/areas of control. If they're not organized....oh f*ck, don't tell me there's a farm for each gang. How many gangs are there in Salem or better yet, in Oregon? Shouldn't be that many....after all, this isn't California, Chicago, etc.
The problem is no electricity = no communications and that has me thinking about the 3 preppers. Any of them have a ham radio? If so, what about other ham operators who aren't preppers? Everyone thought I was wearing a Army/Navy surplus shirt till I told them other wise and started passing out flyers from Woodburn. That got them to thinking about the guard base at McMinnville.
And I f*cked up. For what ever reasons, was thinking there was a guard base in Sheridan. There's not. Even went thru my printouts just to make sure and feeling kind of sick inside. Don't know how it happened....maybe I was distracted by something while the briefing was going on, maybe thinking of Salem and with Sheridan being so close, that equaled safety? Thing is, why didn't we stop at the guard base on our way here? You'd think Mendoza would have us to do this....if not, why not? Was Janet told something that the rest (or me) weren't suppose to know? THAT has made me uncomfortable. Either I'm in the guard or not. And if other guard people weren't told, wtf? Abbey's got a state map of Oregon that's a bit better than mine, so using push pins and paper, got every Army guard location and type of unit located on the map.
Told Herbert on our way to the pond/lake not to tell anyone where we were going fishing....told him if we did and found a bunch of fish, there would be a lot of others going up there and soon the fish would be gone and then no more fishing for us. THAT part got his attention. With so many people on the stream, had the feeling it was pretty well fished out. But maybe no one thought of crawdads? Maybe there's a sporting goods store in Sheridan even if looted, I can find/trade for crawdad traps? And if so (trade), what will they want for it? Also, time to start a militia? Some people have guns, but even more don't and I do have some extras, plus ammo.
Following Garys directions, found the dirt road leading to the pond which I think is maybe 5 acres in size. Lots of trees and nobody around. Getting worms took awhile and could see Herbert getting bored, so had him catch a grasshopper instead. Kept him busy and of course, he did finally get one. Then was prepared for a case of just sit and wait. What surprised me was him getting a hit right off the bat. Bluegill about the size of my hand! That's eatin' size as mom would say. Better believe I got my gear out really quick and had one myself before too long. Average was hand size, some bigger, others smaller....we kept them all. Figure a little over 200. Part of me wanted to grab as many as possible, the other was maybe I'd fish the hole out. Who knows....maybe there are a lot more here and we just lucked out on hitting a school of them. Well, catching is the fun part. Now came the cleaning part and showed Herbert how to do it right. He understood what I was saying and wanted to try cleaning one, so gave him a big one and my Mora knife. Yeah, he kind of butchered it up but it was still edible and did better on the next 2. After that, said he was sleepy, so had him take a nap while I finished the rest. Head/guts got buried, then found a bunch of wild blueberry bushes. Maybe not the most sanitary thing to use, but filled my hat with them. Next time bringing at least 1 garbage bag with me in case I find more in the area. After washing my t-shirt in the pond, used it for even blueberries. Cut some willowy looking limbs wetted down to line the inside of the cart and cover the fish. Told Herbert to remember if asked, we didn't catch anything. And nothing about the blueberries. When he asked why, said they were a surprise for mommy, Nana, Aunt Patty and Aunt Helen. He didn't know who she was, so told him he'd be meeting her tonight at supper. Also had him wash his face of blueberry stains. Thing is, I also heard/saw some bullfrogs and going back when I can.
Coming back, waved to some of the people who wanted to know how we did and said no luck. They had gotten some pan fish, including a bass. Think it took us 4 hours or so between going up there and back. Gary and others were still digging/helping out on the $hitters. The dirt lot started looking like some huge hobo camp. Part of me didn't want to say anything about the fish, but knew that wasn't right. Start keeping secrets and things will fall apart quickly. No lies, no bull$hit makes life a lot easier. Called him and the 3 preppers over and told them I was keeping 3 fish each for the 6 of us, but to distribute the rest to those who were getting low on food. Maybe they might only get a couple of fish each, but figured better something than nothing. But if asked, I got them WAY upstream and away from the refugees. Told/showed them about the blueberries and they're going to start looking around for any that may be in the area. As a kid, it's something you see/eat, but as an adult, they see only a bush. Stashed the blueberries near the patio area. Think the girls know me? Goin' to be teaching them how sneaky I can be ever chance I can get.
Lots of daylight left, though after this mornings uproar, seems like an eternity. No idea how the girls would treat me and waiting (dreading) for Abbey to come after me. They were all happy to see the fish, but had to leave the cart outside till I used some of the water to clean the inside of it out. Abbie didn't want a fishy smell in her place, which I understood. Helen came out when she heard us talking and told her/the girls/Abbie that Herbert caught most of them and not only that, he was the best grasshopper catcher I ever did see. Abbey/Jennifer were concerned when he told them about me teaching him how to clean fish "with a real knife". Showed Abbie the Mora and Jennifer was looking a little quezzy and said I hadn't used, meaning one of the bayonets. Told her no. The girls/Abbey went inside with Herbert to get them ready for tonights meal while Helen/I stayed outside. They made a fuss over Herbert, said I did well and thank you. I dunno....had hoped for a little fussing by them on me. Well....I had hoped for at least a hug if not a kiss to boot.
Helen saw the way I looked and wanted to know what was going on because the way I had talked about them earlier, they were full of kisses for me all the time. Thought about it and told her how the girls reacted to my putting food aside for her and everything else that followed. She said I was joking right about us naked in bed and then realized I wasn't. Explained how the girls blew up without giving me a chance to explain and I kind of lost it. Then explained about being a DM/D&D and after what she said, it's maybe cast some doubt in some way about them. Which is why I did it. I mean, it was the most outrageous/first thing I thought of. Of course, she wanted to know what they said and told her. Said she could just see me controlling myself if it ever did happen especially the way I put my hands on here earlier. Told her, thing is, told them both that I loved them afterwards and think I really f*cked up any chance I had with them. Not that I really thought would, but sometimes dreams die a painful, lonely death.
Helen's still wearing tight shorts and shorter t-shirt and told her that she should maybe wear something a little more discreet. Told her she's got one hellacious body, but I don't want to stay busy fighting every Tom, Dick or Harry seeing her like that. I mean, I not only like it, I like it a lot, but.... Then told her bad things are happening to women everywhere and undressed like your are, it's almost a sign saying f*ck/rape me. She didn't want to believe me, but also remembering guys starting to hit on her just a few days ago. She doesn't have a gun or believe in owning one. I said you will now and taking you 3 girls and Abbie out tomorrow to learn. We're on our 2nd smoke, thing is, she was close to me and the way her t*ts moved, knew she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she lifts my arm to put it over her shoulder and says she wasn't making a pass at me, but thought it would be good "advertising" so to speak, telling any man walking by we were together. I thought it was okay, but.... Removed my arm and said, let's wait until someone walks by okay? Tells me this is the beginning of her campaign on me. After the smoke, told her I would come get her when supper was ready and she says in an outlandish Mae West voice, you can cum see me any time and did a bump and grind as she walked up the stairs. Yeah, she was saying cum as in come inside her.
That's when I felt Patricia's hand on my shoulder and sits next to me....as in thigh touching thigh. And yeah, got a hard right off the bat. Funny....kind of felt the urge/stirring sitting next to Helen, but she wasn't them. Tells me she/Jennifer both thought I was serious about us being naked in bed and glad to hear that I wasn't. But why would I put them thru such a thing? Explained once again why and though she understood, didn't like it. She was also sorry about their t*t game. Told her that I loved her and that when ever I got the chance, I'd do my best to court them. That had things been otherwise, it would have been just a fantasy of mine, but now with the things being like they were, I had to try. Read some where (the net?) that there were different ways of kissing a womans hand, the most intimate way was to kiss the palm of her hand, so when I reached for hers, that's what I did. Don't think she knew this, but at least she let me do it. Then Jennifer came out, sitting on the other side. Told her that I loved her and as soon as I got a chance, kissed her palm too. Guess they were used to guys shaking hands with them?
Had gotten another t-shirt on after getting to Jennifers place and when the girls said it was time for supper, went to get Helen....and the girls are behind me? When Helen opened the door, she looked great....no, how about outstanding? White blouse, small pearl necklace (and sure it's not a fake one either), silver earings, tan skirt and black high heels. Thing is, the skirt has a slit up its side, so when she twirled around, I could see she was wearing nylons, NOT pantyhose because I could see where the nylons ended and her leg skin showed. When she asked if I liked her outfit, all I could say was holy $hit in a low voice. She smiled at my words, so they must have been okay. Thing is, tells me she's going hunting with me in mind and looks down at the girls. As I turned around, saw both girls frowning for a micro second as I escorted Helen down the stairs.
When I went to introduce Helen to Abbey, realized I didn't know her last name which is Kolchak as in the old Nightstalker tv series with Darren McGavin. One of the things I did at our first meal here was seat Abbey/the girls who were a bit surprised at me dong something like this, but they accepted it. But tonight, Abbey said she didn't need any help, while the girls accepted it. Abbey seemed a bit cool at first and found out kind of quick that seating arrangements had changed. I was now sitting next to Patricia, with Helen at the end of the table. Not that I didn't like this new arrangement as the table isn't all that big, but made sure I had my left elbow free as I told Patricia if I wasn't, I'd probably poke her with it if she sat to my left while I was eating. Thing is, felt Helens nyloned food slide up a bit on my leg and I twitched when she did this. She just smiled and Jennifer asked what was wrong and told her I had an involuntary muscle spasm. It was kind of uncomfortable supper and bound and determined to make things easier for Helen, so got her to talking about her being a web page designer and the photos on her apartment walls. Seems Abbey and her husband had done some traveling themselves and actually visited some of the same places. That seemed to break up the ice between them.
Supper was good....it's been a few years since having fresh fish. Thing is, never thought about Herbert until he started choking on a fish bone. Whacked his back a few times till he coughed it up. Come to find out, he thought that fish could be eaten just like mommy bought at McDonalds. You know, fish sticks. He was more careful after that. But he did enjoy them and made sure he got to eat that first fish he caught. Supper's over and told the girls/Abbey that it was a great meal and wondered what was for desert. They looked kind of stunned and told them no problem, that Herbert and I could probably whip up something for you ladies. Took Abbeys colander, 5 bowls and some water outside. While Herbert held the colander filled with blueberries, poured water over them to get rid of any dust, spider/bug $hit, then put them into the 5 bowls. Of course, the girls wanted to know what was going on and I told them we're male bonding and you don't bother the cooks while we're making desert. But made sure the water coming from the colander went into the dogs water bowls. Waste not, want not as The Mask said. Poured some canned evaporated milk over the berries and then Herbert/I carried desert in. that's when I brought the rest of the blueberries in, saying they needed to be cleaned. Thing is, Helen asked me if I was coming back to the table and gently rubbed her nails over my seat cushion back and forth. I said thanks, but I think I'd stand for a bit. Patricia saw her hand like it was and if looks could kill.... Thing is, after supper was over and I went to escort Helen home, the girls followed right behind us! And Helen smiled when she saw them doing this. Enough writing. Got 3 things to do tomorrow: teach the girls how to shoot, propane and lumber for the $hitters.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 21, 2014 18:29:41 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 36 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 17th Wednesday
Cr*p, another long day. Problem is, I still haven't gotten to the car museum. Just one thing after another keeps popping up. And I know Blevins isn't going to want to listen to any bull$hit excuses/reasons either. The man's not here, but can already hear him bitin' on my a$$ for not getting things done. What other good news is there....we have maybe a weeks worth of pancake mix left. Had bought 2 large bags on Monday last week figuring on just me cooking/eating. And even then, was never a big pancake eater. What I didn't use while doing disaster relief, figured on putting the other full bag in with my prep supplies. And the syrup is about gone. I mean $hit, I bought big bottle of cheap syrup and what I didn't use, it and the unused part of the pancake mix was going to Victor/Salina as they like it too.
First thing I did was back to the construction site and grab a bunch of those metal posts and 100 feet or so of that plastic, bright orange barrier fencing. Didn't have too much trouble getting them out of the ground and though it took a couple of hours, got the patio area closed off so the dogs can run around a little bit. Talked with the apartment manager and have 3 units rented for everyone when they return. Of course, don't know if it's legal or not, or even if I'm authorized to do something like this, but signed my name/rank to the lease agreement with the apartments being the guards for the duration. Apartment manager is happy enough to have me here and was willing to just take my signature. Of course, if he wasn't, there are a couple more complexes around here, which I reminded him about. Got all 3 ladies to help with the $hitters with Abbey watching Herbert.
Abbey and Helen have never fired a gun before and neither wanted anything to do with them. Tried explaining why they needed to learn, but they simply didn't want to. So got desperate and talked with Jennifer/Patricia. Asked if they had talked with Abbey about what happened to them and they had, but kind of glossed everything over. Jennifer never mentioned her being carried off to be raped and as for Patricia, it was some looters broke into their home, killing her mother and father and she ran out their back door. Then realized they didn't have their 9's on them....they forgot. Seems they talked it over before getting here and decided not to have them visible as they felt uncomfortable carrying them and of course, didn't want to upset Abbey....they had been put in Jennifers cart since we left the farm. I love those girls dearly, but wanted to whale on their a$$es to help them remember to pack. Had the girls tell the full story, including me killing those wanna be rapists. Patricia hearing her mom being raped, etc. Had them tell them about the farm and what happened to the women/children there. Both were looking sick and Abbey ran out of the room to vomit when she heard me tell her about snuff films being made there. Helen looked pretty green when she heard that part. Thing is, both girls told Abbey/Helen about me since we first met and what I did at the farm. Especially the snuff bedroom. Figure they had talked with the lady who's life I saved or maybe one of the guard people? The two of them looked at me like I just stepped out of a flying saucer or something. Like how can someone like me, at my age/physical appearance be doing something like this? Just where were the cops/military keeping order? So laid everything out for them. Frankly, it terrified the $hit out of them, which is something I did/didn't want. They now knew why I want them to carry/be able to use a pistol. So got two 9's from the stash and 100 rounds of ammo. Figure 25 rounds per pistol is enough to train/understand how to use it. Not the best in the world, but the best I could do.
Had them dress in loose clothes....anything to help hide their bodies. Last thing I wanted was some guys seeing me with 4 attractive women. Don't think there's really going to be that kind of trouble from guys, but wasn't taking any chances. Had both bikes and carts with us because I told them up front, we were going to do more than just some shooting. Like going to the local hardware store for lumber and back to the dog pound for meds that may be left there and useable by humans. Also wanted to check out the train museum and Abbey/Jennifer wondered what I was talking about till I showed them the print out made earlier this year. There is NO train museum. The print out shows it was to open in 2008, but never happened due to lack of money and interest. Also wanted to check on a couple of local churches to see how the pastors, rabbi's, etc. were handling their congregation.
Never taught anyone about gun safety/use, so did the best I could. The best any of them was hit a 3 foot wide, 4 foot tall road sign from about 50 feet away. Abbey/Helen both thought I was crazy having them do this....like shouldn't be on a firing range or what ever they're called? Told them there was nothing that was going to be hit when the bullet went thru the sign except a bunch of trees. And maybe half of their bullets hit the sign. The girls were only slightly better. $hit. But at least they have an idea of how to use them. Maybe I can get more 9 ammo from Woodburn?
Stopped at the dog pound and had everyone wait outside. Smell was bad who knows how it'd be in a few more days. Grabbed more dog/rabbit food, plus all the meds I could find. No idea what humans can use, but was thinking of the preppers....maybe they had one of those books that tell you basic info on each type of drug. Well, Bill and Tom do, so asked them to keep the drugs. But they didn't have a generator. It was on their "to do" list. After we left, caught a comment by Helen about them saying how come of the best looking men were gay. Kind of surprised to find out they're queer. Just something I've never run into before. But they seem good people and that's all that really counts. Cr*p....wonder who's diabetic or need some kind of specialized medication that requires refrigeration? Also took the time to break open the snack/soda machines at the dog pound. Let the girls think it was nothing but meds with it being stashed at Bill/Tom's place. Now I'm wondering how can I get a ice machine running so I could just so casually be sucking one down on the apartment steps when the girls come out?
And glad to see I'm not the only one God gives wedgies to. Went to the nearest church wanting to know how those people were doing and if okay, maybe they could help those on the stream and/or the ladies/kids at the farm. I'm used to seeing signs/crosses on a church looking place saying the Church of God/Christ, etc. Not something that looks like an office building. Painting a cross on the front windows just doesn't seem to have the umph I expect from a church. The sign says a Pastor Frederickson (with LARGE photo of him) was running the place and what we saw was....totally unexpected.
The double doors to the place were unlocked, so we brought the bikes/carts in and left them in the lobby. I called out several times and no answer which made me a bit nervous. Then we went thru another set of doors and about 30 feet or so away, see this guy with his hands on this womans head. Figure he's giving the woman some sort of blessing as I could hear him murmuring something and then he got louder so we could all hear/realize what was going on. He's telling her how Sister Mary Elizabeth is bringing him hope and light during these days of darkness and....of God, I'm ready to.... The woman was on her knee's alright....giving him a blow job! My tongue didn't talk with my brain once again. I shouted Hallelujah Sister Mary Elizabeth. Then in my best carnie pitch said: step right up folks and see the amazing lady bring to life a full size inflatable man doll with her huffing and puffing on it's LIFE SIZE staff of life. Well, the pastor didn't know whether to $hit or go blind. Find himself coming in her mouth, hears my voice, sees not only me, but 4 women behind me and that's when I realized what made him really jump. Seems Mary Elizabeth didn't have her hand on his a$$, but behind it and when he started coming, she must of stuck her finger or thumb up his a$$hole! I hate admitting it, but seeing this happen was better entertainment than listening to some politician telling you why he/she should be re-elected. Turned to the girls & Abbey to say I thought it was time we left when Herbert speaks up, saying: look mommy, the nice lady is kissing the mans owee to make it feel better! Didn't know women could turn such a bright red. As for me, I started laughing so hard it hurt and able to usher the girls out of the church. Don't think I made too many brownie points with any of them because I'd pretend to stumble/fall and then say would one of you girls kiss my owee to make it feel better and then laugh like a loon. Pretty sure Abbey said something to the effect if anyone ever called me a moron, it would be an insult to morons.
The plan was to do some target practice with the pistols, then hit at least 2 churches, the next being Mormons. Thing is, how often do you see something like this every day? And with my luck....? Still had to hit the hardware store for lumber, but then saw some small shops, one being an antique store. Front door was locked and no answer. If I broke in, that would be stealing, no ifs ands or buts. But the back door wasn't locked, while the other 2 stores were. I didn't like this at all, so had everyone stay outside while I went in. Pulled my 9 as I didn't want to be swinging the rifle around in case there was some shooting needing to be done. At least there was a lot of light coming thru the front store windows.
Had Queenie guard the girls/Abbey while I took Prince with me. Figured if someone was inside, he would alert me....or at least I hoped so. This was one of those older, 2 story buildings. The kind that would have a small apartment/living quarters which meant walking up a flight of stairs. And of course, you know every mother f*cking stair creaked. That's when I got to thinking a shotgun would have been a lot nicer to be using instead of a pistol. Day late, a dollar short as always.
That's when we both heard a scratching noise behind the door leading into the apartment. I called out who I was, including that I was with the Oregon Army national guard. Me and Prince were hunkered down on the stairs not even near the top because in case someone did start shooting, I hoped it would go waaay over our heads and not even near us. Called out a couple more times and no answer except that scratching noise. Got to thinking that maybe someone was hurt, you know, like laying on the floor, unable to move. Laid on the floor while opening the door just a crack (which was unlocked) and after waiting what seemed an eternity, called out again. No answer except the scratching noise. Well, $hit or get off the pot. Stood up, opened the door and Prince/I had the f*ck scared out of us. First there was a scream, then something flying out at us. D*mn near cr*pped my pants and fell down the f*cking stairs and Prince, he was trying to back pedal so f*cking fast, it looked like his rear paws were about 2 feet in front of his nose, or like he was trying to do a back flip so he could run away even faster. It was a f*cking cat! It hauled a$$ down the stairs and out the back door.
Find a woman on a lazy boy and she's been dead for a few days. She didn't look that old and wonder if her heart just gave out due to the stress of what happened last week. Told Prince he was such a f*cking coward and he looked at me like "oh yeah, then how come I smell $hit around your a$$?" Told him that if wouldn't say anything, I wouldn't either. Opened the front door and told the girls about the body and that I'd deal with it. Only thing that helped in moving her body was she had a crochet kind of thing over the lazy boy. The b*tch was not finding a shovel. Digging a f*cking grave with a hoe is a mother f*cker because I wanted it to be at least 3 feet deep. The hoe is at the back of the store and figured it was used to cut weeds/grass growing up thru the cracks of asphalt behind the store. Used one of her clean bed sheets to make a shroud for her as it didn't feel right to lay her in the dirt even if the crochet thing kind of covered her. The first time, thought the hole was wide enough, but she had kind of swollen up and was glad she didn't burst open like I hear corpses will do a few days later. So had to dig some more. $hit. Took me something like 4 hours to dig that mother f*cker. Made a cross out of some tree limbs and used a piece of nylon rope.
The woman has a lot of stuff we could use. Thing is, was I stealing? Got the feeling I was even though I left a note of everything we took, with Jennifers address on the note saying the heirs could collect the money for what we took at her place. First thing was food....stuff in the fridge was bad. One whiff was all it took me to convince me of that. But she had a lot of canned goods and was thinking of the older couples in the complex who might be getting low. Meeting so many people it's hard to remember who is who. There were 5 oil lamps, 3 which had oil in them in the store, plus 2 more she had upstairs also filled. What made me happy was finding a treadle/foot powered sewing machine, a butter churn, a Victrola (with records!) and an old meat grinder. Had so much stuff made 3 trips. Gary asked what happened to the lumber I was suppose to get and told him about the parson at church and the lady and cat at the antique store. He about busted his balls laughing also. He's not sure about the Mormons, saying he thought they'd be a bit stand offish as I/everyone wasn't of their religion, but told him I had to at least talk with them. That I also had left a note for all this stuff. Said we'd divvy the stuff up later on, but for right now, was keeping 1 lamp while 3 were going to the older couples and he got the last one. Had a couple of people giving me a hand getting stuff out on the other 2 trips. Peter Harper and Liz Wilcox (the other 2 preppers) came along and they checked the other 2 businesses, snagging toilet paper and other odds/ends from them.
Thing is, we were a motley looking crew with the guys not having shaved for awhile. Told them about the Happy Lady Bathing house in Woodburn and Liz and the other 2 women were impressed....and knew they'd be on their mens a$$ to get some built. Problem is no close water source, but knew the way the ladies looked when they heard about this, it would get done.
On my 4th trip, was alone with just the bike/cart and killed 3 rabbits. I was lucky in seeing them as they moved for a couple of feet to be next to a bush and then froze, like they were thinking if I don't move, it (me) won't see me. Would have had maybe 4 more, but they hauled a$$ and wasn't going to risk trying to hit them on the fly. If I had the shotgun, no problem. Prince was with me, so he got the guts and told him us guys have to stick together.
Find the hardware store and windows are busted. Called out and a guy (Harold) who's in his 50's come out with shotgun in hand. Seems on Tuesday, some people broke into his place, stealing about $15,000 worth of stock. Thing is, these people were pretty stupid as they took basically all his electrical powered stuff. Though they also took his chain saws, flashlights, batteries ,etc., stupid f*cks left behind a couple of kerosene heaters. The bad part was they also snagged 4 portable generators. Not that Harold had kerosene for the heaters, but figure one thing at a time. He had a couple of those propane heater things that attach to a bottle and the looters took 8, brand new filled ones, but left the empties behind. Thing is, was able to get him to give me 2 of them as figured there might be (and was) enough to fill my 2 bottles plus still having some extra propane to maybe fill them one more time. He had walked to his place on Wednesday and had been living there since. No idea what he was going to do till I told him he was a lucky son of a b*tch with those people looking for gold in a silver mine. No idea what I was talking about. Told him about John and the others setting up a trading post in Woodburn and I had stuff I'd toss in if he'd make us partners. He wanted to know who was "us" and told him about Helen and how she bartered stuff before everything hit the fan. His problem was having to go back to his place for more food every couple of days and cooking it on one of his barbques. Told him to take off and could see he didn't like the idea, but realized if I had been a thief, I wouldn't of been talking to him about all of this and simply waited for him to leave. Think what convinced him was giving him my bike & cart to haul his stuff in. Even so, this took an hour or so before he returned which gave me time to look his stuff over. There was a sewing machine and dvd place next to his....snagged all the sewing stuff like bobbins, thread, etc. along with toilet paper and 2 cans of coffee, creamer & sugar. When Harold came back, gave him all this stuff, saying it was trade goods. Told him about the foot pedaled sewing machine I would bring over tomorrow. No idea where the owners were of these places, but figured I needed to get things moving in this town and a trading post would be a good thing. Gave him one of the rabbits, while the other 2 went to the older couple to make one big stew with me tossing in some canned veggies.
One more day of trying to keep people from going hungry. He had a fire hydrant about a block away, so using one of the largest pipe wrenches he had, got the water dripping into an empty bucket with a spare next to it. Not sure, but think the pressure's dropping. Not good. B*tch kitty getting 2x4's lashed to the bike/cart and by the time I got back, it was getting late. Got the bottles refilled and going to talk with Helen tomorrow about working with Harold, hoping she'll go for it. And the seating arrangement has changed again. I'm at one end of the table, while Helen's at the other....out of foot touching range. Not much talking during supper as I was kind of beat.
Did get the Victrola going and though the records were a little scratched, people started coming out to listen to it. Got scared, but did it anyway in asking Patricia/Jennifer if they'd dance with me. First time I held them like this and did really cr*ppy, stepping on their toes a couple of times. But at least I had taken my tennis shoes off before hand and told them why. And of course, had to dance with Helen. Pretty soon had other couples dancing in the street. Think the kids in their 20's were kind of surprised how much enjoyment you got holding someone slow dancing instead of acting like you're being electrocuted. After the girls/Helen left, was surprised when Abbey said if I was going to really impress the girls, I needed to learn how to dance a lot better. And she'd show me when the girls weren't around. She's not happy at all about Helen being with us and the way she acts towards me cause she knew she had done something at the table to make me jump like I did the day before. Told her about Harold, setting up a trading post, that he was single and had a lot of stuff. She understood where I was coming from and trying to do. She's VERY unhappy about me courting the girls because of our age difference. Only thing I've got going for me is not only what I've done for them/Herbert and now her, but helping others in the neighborhood. And Helen had a different outfit on for supper. Still looking hot/great, but it took me a few seconds to realize that the girls had changed. Still wearing the same clothes, but they had makeup on, though no lipstick like Helen did. F*ck, I'm tire. Enough.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 22, 2014 21:32:20 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 37 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 20th Saturday
Feeling better now, though the girls keep telling me to take it easy. Janet, the guys, the guard and a whole bunch of their families are here now. Eyes get blurry from time to time which doesn't help do my entry. On Thursday, thought I'd go to the stream for a bath as I was smelling myself which is not a good thing. But wasn't going to carry a bunch of water to the tub and was getting tired of taking a whores bath every couple of days. Talked with Helen about setting up a trading post and "casually" mentioned that Harold should do pretty well with his stock. Well, she was interested in meeting him. Figured she'd find out quick enough he was single. Patricia wanted to go to, so said okay. First thing I did was bring the foot powered sewing machine to him along with some of the boxes of condiments and other odds and ends. Didn't bother with the hammer/nails as he's got lots of those. They came to an agreement quick enough: he gets 60% of the profit, she gets 30 and I get 10. He's got the majority of stock and while I'm kicking in just some, Helen's got the bartering skills.
Asked him if I could have 2 bathtubs and sinks, some lumber and a couple of tarps. He agreed after I told him about the Happy Lady bathing house. Now he' going to see about setting up one at his place, but he has to find a close source of water. Left the 2 of them talking how they'd set things up, prices, etc. Told Helen that I'd stop by before dark to pick her up. Patricia said thanks for the bathtub idea and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was okay, but after getting a lot of lip locking, tongue swapping not so long ago.... Pain in the b*tt balancing 2 full sized bathtubs, some 2x4's and tarps. Thing is, forgot to ask stoppers for them. But that was no problem anyway. Talked with Liz and she got with the other ladies and they got on their husbands a$$es really quick. Completing the rest of the sh*tters could wait. They wanted baths NOW! Set up 2 separate bathing areas only a 100 feet or so from the stream. No hot water of course and ended up digging a small ditch/trench so the water would drain away not only from the tub area, but not back into the stream. Found out later, one of the people here is a plumber and after talking with Gary, put some pipe not only on the 2 tubs/sinks, but also helped Harold set up 2 bath areas at his place. Also took half the rabbits (and some rabbit food) with me so cages could be built. Figure the rabbits could breed and be future food. One more contribution to getting the trading post going. Just don't remember how fast they breed. Maybe info at the library?
Was going to check on the Mormons and city hall to see what the officials have been doing, but was thinking maybe there's some cows at the farm? And if not, maybe one of the nearby farms have some? Don't know what they'd want for one as I was thinking of fresh milk for the kids and turning the milk into butter using the butter churn. Well, Patricia stayed behind to watch Herbert while Jennifer, I and Abbey went to the farm. Wasn't really thrilled with her tagging along. Got the feeling she was watching me.... you know, like some sort of chaperone?
But did find out some things about Jennifer and Patricia. Like they've know each other since late grade school. Where you find one, you'd find the other. They always tried getting jobs at the same place and it wasn't till they got hired at Hooters they thought they found the ideal job. Both families have roots in Ireland, coming here about a hundred years ago. Both women (the moms) have taken the girls back to Ireland several times to visit relatives. Abbey wanted to know more about me and my family, so told her a little bit. Then about my family history/background. Well, we're a mongrel kind of family I told her with family coming from England, Germany, the Seneca Indian tribe in New York, Mexico and India. And that we have always had someone in the military WW 1. Said that was "interesting", though didn't know if that was good or bad.
Things at the farm have changed. Like noticing fresh heads on the pile I had made a few days ago. Then seeing Stella rise up from the ground wearing a home made gilley suit a hundred feet or so from the entrance to the farm with an AK in her arms. And right next to her was Lisa carrying a single shot 12 gauge. Said they recognized me by my hat and pins in it. Seems a small group (8) beasts came to see what was happening at the farm and had brought 6 more women "for fun and games". The 2 guard people left behind had been teaching the women & Lisa how to shoot and basic maneuvers. Told Lisa that I remembered her and the other kids that were here and had brought some dolls and toys for them. Her face went to showing nothing, to interest/excitement. Introduced Abbey/Jennifer to Stella, though we all kind of jumped when Stella first appeared. Stella tells me she's been wanting to leave the farm and go hunting "beasts" as I called them. Told her it was a good idea, but to wait a bit. Maybe I could get the guard to join us to really do a job on those f*cks. Said she'd wait a bit longer and gave her directions to Abbey's place.
Glad to say that some of the women have come out of their comatose state, though not all. The 2 (boy and girl) kids haven't/didn't....what ever. They were sitting in the dirt/grass out behind the house, so while Abbey/Jennifer went inside to talk to the other women, I sat near the kids. Lisa had grabbed a doll earlier, so I grabbed the rest of them (4) and 4 construction toys. Never played with dolls in my life, not even that G.I. Joe bullsh*t. Dolls are dolls and are played with/by girls. Only interest I remember having in a doll was pulling/looking up its dress to see what was there when I was about 4-5 years old. Not that there was anything there, so dolls have never had an interest for me. Or a tea party. So I'd go back and forth....first having an imaginary conversation between 4 dolls, then pretending I was doing road construction with the other toys, then back to the dolls. Heard Lisa behind me and she says I'm doing the tea party all wrong. Looked at her and told her lead, follow or get out of the way then. Apparently there are rules and decorum to follow when having a tea party. Of course, she didn't know sh*t about using construction toys and told her so. She comes back with lead, follow or get out of the way then. Before too long, other women saw us and they took the remaining dolls to join the tea party conversation. Lisa became the Grand Madame (or something like that) of the tea party. I don't know....maybe an hour so into this thing, the little girl cried mama, mama and lunged to hold the woman next to her and bawling her eyes out. Thing is, couldn't get anything out of the boy. Even tried putting my hand over his so it would hold one of the toys and I would make noises doing construction work. And every time I let go of his hand, it would return to his lap and he'd just stare at nothing.
Went to find Stella, as she'd the only one I really knew here other than the guard. The farm down the road has about 100 cows and offered 6 to the women, so they are getting fresh milk. Asked if I could have some for the kids in the neighborhood, but also mentioned setting up a trading post in Sheridan. She got together with other women and said it was no problem in getting milk from them and they'd let the farm people next door know what was going on. Asked if we could fill the cart with corn and no problem with that either. The bikes and carts were still in the barn, so changed things around so we got 2 of the motorized bikes hooked with carts and filled them with corn too. The women even said if I wanted to, I could bring back a group of people to fill up on as much corn as they could carry, other wise, it just might rot in the field. But don't bring a bunch of men which I understood.
Quitting. Abbey's really on my a$$ to quit writing. Think I'm forcing myself to stay awake (true) and she finally noticed.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 27, 2014 19:09:10 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 38 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 21st Sunday
Kind of surprised that I was only up for a couple of hours yesterday or that I got anything written considering the way I was feeling. Tom's had some medical training as part of his prepper prep, but he also took the time to find a doctor at the local, what was, hospital. The medic in Woodburn told me I might have a mild/slight concussion from being thrown against that car at Home Depot. It got aggravated when Socrates hit me a couple of times at the farm and finally caught up with me on Thursday coming back from the farm. Have what Tom says is a short memory loss....no idea what happened after we left the farm. Thing is, Abbey/Jennifer had a h*ll of a time trying to push 3 bikes & carts with me laying on one of the bikes which was also on one of the carts. They brought me back to the farm where I stayed unconscious for 2 days. Jennifer insisted on bringing me "back home" on Friday, so the ladies at the farm got together, giving them an 8 woman armed escort. Seems somebody forgot things changed where the people were gathered at the stream. Some guy made the mistake of saying that (the women) looked like one fine pu$$y patrol and would they like some company...followed by grabbing his crotch. The farm women killed him without hesitation and not only stripped his body of his possessions, but chopped his head off and left it by the road, telling others they were part of the Oregon state militia and this sh*t was NOT tolerated. Stella did the chopping off part and Lisa was with her and her 12 gauge.
Guess it was quite a sight to see all of us coming into town. The farm ladies had even brought in two more carts not only with corn, but a couple of large containers filled with fresh milk which I thought was really nice of them. Refugees, that's the word I was looking for, but couldn't remember. There are now several hundred people strung along the stream, most of them from Salem. The gang(s?) are now controlling parts of the city, demanding tribute, saying it's the cost of their protection. Thing is, the guard/police have little control over the city because the gangs have some vehicles which they use to hit and run. Someone's gotten smart in getting the older, pre-computerized vehicles running. And it sounds like they have communications, whatever they may be using. Talked with the preppers and of course, none have ham radios. Well, they do, but receivers only and they got damaged by the emp. And no electronic store for parts in town. Have to go to McMinnville which I'm told is 15 miles or so away to maybe find some. Or Salem which is 30 miles away? Don't want to go there as it sounds like hell on earth.
Janet, the guys, Annette and their families are here. Got here Saturday. Two guard killed going down there, with Socrates and Sampson getting shot. Socrates got nicked in the arm, but Sampson got it in the a$$?! Was going to give him sh*t about that till he leaned over and whispered to say remember, what goes around comes around.....Thaddeus. Said I understood. Annette's grandmother didn't make it. When the emp hit, it interrupted her pace maker. Her grandfather (Bill) is a couple years older than me and used to be in construction. He retired from the Seabee's after 20, then stayed with the same construction company until he had a minor stroke at which time he took retirement. They're together in one of the rented guard apartments, but got the feeling he's not happy with Montana being black and her white.
Janet's been on my a$$ for trying to get things done. Tells me I have to stay in the apartment for another day and get more rest. I'd argue with her, but there's been more than once I felt kind of woozy. Gary and some of the guys got Helen at Patricia's insistence and the 3 of them (her, Helen and Herbert)spent the night here. Found out there's an airport for Sheridan and asked Janet/the girls to ask around if there if anyone around here was a mechanic as I was still thinking/hoping the car museum existed. After 2 f*ck ups on my part, don't want a 3rd. And Montana/Annette brought back the horses.
What else? Got Gary to find out who in the neighborhood are mechanics. Come to find out there are only 6 and 4 of them are used to working with lap tops to diagnose problem on computerized cars. But 2 are ex-Army helicopter mechanics, a husband/wife. They have a 9 year old daughter. At my suggestion, Janet divided them into 2 groups: one for transportation, the other to check out the airport. I'm hoping there will be some older aircraft (tail draggers hopefully) that wouldn't of been effected by the emp other than radios/gps/batteries for example. Hopefully they can find one aircraft they can get to fly. So there's gotta be pilots around here. And Janet's going to see the mayor to find out just what's going on there. Asked her to check a couple of addresses out that the phone book shows they can install windmills/solar power. Just hope they have some in stock. A windmill would give us power to run a pump so we can draw water from the stream. With horses, find a wagon or something like it to bring barrels of water here. The fire hydrants are dry....they quit working some time Friday, so everyone's been back to hauling it back by hand. The guard have taken over the apartments I "rented" and also the ones they had earlier. Families around here have taken in their families. At least many of them didn't come empty handed, using carts from grocery stores to bring what they could. Many had bikes, some with carts for kids to ride in. Kind of tired, quitting for now.
Suppose to ask Janet about something, but can't remember. The ostrich is female and has layed eggs in the barn. But with no male to fertilize them, no baby ostriches. The farm ladies gave Jennifer/Abbey 6 eggs which are about the size of my hand. Made breakfast a little different. Helen stopped in to see how I was doing and things seem to be starting off well at the hardware store. Don't know if she's interested in him (Harold) or not, but hoping so. I've seen her naked and have had my hands on her body and just don't want the temptation even if it means the girls don't love/want to marry me. Oh, did suggest to Janet that she send a couple of troops to the refugees for more info on what's going on in Salem, but also to make sure things are under control. Last thing we need is a health problem because of someone pi$$ing in the stream. Harold does have a small fishing section, but don't remember if he had crawdad traps or not. Or can one be built easily enough using wire and welding everything together to make one? The Victrola has become very popular and before it gets too dark, the neighborhood gets together to listen to it, bs and of course, dance. But it seems for awhile, some of the guys in the neighborhood were a bit pi$$ed at me for the bathing house idea. But the women jumped their sh*t about it and was kind of surprised how many stopped by to see how I was doing. Did have Janet paint on the apartment all that this was the Oregon state militia, Sheridan chapter headquarters. Manager (Jim?)had no problem with this, saying it was like a warning not to be screwing around here. Even Maria, the girl across from us stopped by to see how I was doing.
Thing is, food is getting short even with everyone sharing. Going back to the farm tomorrow with a bunch of women and some men to get more corn and maybe milk if they can spare it. See if we can make butter, but also maybe get someone to make a copy of the butterchurn so they can not only make more butter, but trade other stuff for it. Then get with the mechanics and head for the car museum.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 28, 2014 17:42:14 GMT -6
The Layover Chapter 39 Jennifers apartment Sheridan, Oregon July 22nd Monday
Woke up really confused this morning with no idea of what was/wasn't real. One of the very few times when I "wake up" not knowing I was still dreaming. Thought Gwen and I were in bed with the kids/grandkids stirring/moving around outside. Took me a few seconds to realize that Gwen and all of that might have been was a dream/something that never happened. Thing is, remember me crying/sobbing in my sleep because in that first dream I had of her before we actually met, things didn't go right. She kept dying in different ways or being raped by those Mexicans on the beach as I layed dying from being shot. No breaking my rope bonds to free her and kill them. The earth opening up from an earthquake and her falling thru a fissure, car crash, burning/exploding building, the ways she died were many. Strangest thing is, while I was sobbing, Gwen came to me, asking what was wrong. Buried myself between her breasts and told her I had a nightmare where we never got married, kids, etc. and that I found myself to be an old, bald fat man with no company except for 3 dogs. Told me things would be alright, stroked my head and I fell asleep. Thing is, when I woke up and realizing where I was, how I got here, etc. I could briefly smell her and then she was gone. Some times I wonder what if she had said yes to my asking her out, got married, etc.? Where would my life be now? Thing is, you can kill yourself with what ifs. Felt a lot better when I got to hug, smell, feel Jennifer/Patricia and kind of surprised that they came to me. I mean, giving me a hug before I even got off the couch.
Got the girls to ask for women volunteers to go to the farm for more corn. Forty women did volunteer and figured it would be best if I was the only man as it would make the ladies at the farm feel safer seeing us coming. But some fools insisted on going, so had 5 guys in the party. Asked Janet what did she think of forming an Oregon state militia and she just looked at me and said if she didn't know anything, she couldn't give answers to any unpleasant questions. Even a stupid private like me understood what she was not saying. Took 3 AR's, 600 rounds of ammo and 6 magazines. The guys/guard also stocked back on the ammo Blevins had given me earlier. Took all 3 carts/bikes while the ladies/guys had bags or shopping carts taken from somewhere. The guys were all macho for what ever reasons, till later on. When we got to the area where Stella had cut off that guys head, it quieted the guys down real quick. Posted a sign saying he had been killed by the Oregon state militia, Alpha company, Sheridan chapter. But also above/at an angle, put the letter mazon so the A in Alpha also spelled amazon.
Met a former, retired (E-6) Marine D.I. named Rosemary Parkins. Thought at first she might be a dyke considering she had her hair pretty much cut like that older lady on the Walking Dead series before I knew she was an ex-Marine. F*ck, zombie's would be something I could handle/understand/deal with. She only retired 2 months ago.
Anyway, seems some people (3 men) objected to the head just lying there, wanting to bury it with the rest of the body. Rosemary told them no and they made the mistake of not listening to her. Figure it'll be a few days for the least hurt among them to quit pi$$ing blood. She got burned out, literally, from her place. Seems she tried to maintain order in her neighborhood after the post emp Tuesday. This included shooting 3 looters who had just killed a couple of "ragheads" who owned the local grocery store, but then several things happened. The looky loos showed up, saying she killed those men in cold blood, she should of waited for the cops to show, etc.....then started looting the store. She left in disgust. She's not a prepper, but didn't like the way things were going with the government with it's repeated gun grabbing attempts, the love feast over Obama and his "groupies". Even though divorced, her ex was still in the Corps (trying to do 30) as quartermaster or what ever the job is called. Think each were alpha type people which didn't help. Anyway, she had created a stash of stuff in 2 foot lockers buried in her back yard. She was out walking the neighborhood when she saw a lot of smoke/fire and of course, it was her place. Who or how many did it, she didn't/wouldn't ever know. As to the "ragheads", they were from India and part of their religion required them to wear turbans or what ever they're called. Think they're called Singhs? Complete set of molle gear which I'm told replaced the Alice system awhile back. M-16 with full auto capability, short barreled shotgun, 2 cases of MRE's....well, just basically a little bit of everything for a month. Heavy ass pack. She was headed for Idaho simply because she and her ex had a place they had finished paying for a couple of years ago and knew some people (also ex-G.I.'s) there. She'd only arrived here the other day and already trying to establish some sort of order, but people being people....
Talked with her about forming a state militia and she was interested, but said it wouldn't do any good if there weren't more people armed and getting food. Kind of hard to be concerned about the general welfare of others when you or especially your kids aren't eating. She had already talked with a couple of ex-G.I.'s about forming a vigilante group, stay for a few days to make sure it took hold, then she was leaving for Idaho. That is, till I mentioned the state militia. What surprised me was 9 women in our party wanted to join but only 3 were armed while the 6 G.I.'s all were. Rosemary had no trouble with an all woman squad. Told her she was in charge of them and I thought I'd have someone else lead another platoon, but she'd have to train them. Wanted to know who gave me the authority in forming such a group since I was in the Oregon Army national guard and told her that no one told me I couldn't. That made her smile. Asked her that when I got the time, I'd like her to teach me hand to hand combat. Which something I'm going to ask the guys to do to. Something I never thought about until meeting her.
Gave the AR's, ammo, etc. to 3 of the town ladies and told them they'd have to be here every day to be trained. Once they were, we'd be forming another platoon of men/women in Sheridan. They weren't happy about it, but agreed. Three of the town guys were pi$$ed that I armed women instead of "good guys/buds/friends" they knew in town. Asked them how much and how often they liked c*ck up their a$$ hole or swallowing some guys sperm and he/they came in his mouth. They thought it was truly disgusting and thought I was calling them queer. Told them to pull their heads out of their a$$es because the women at the farm we're going to had this and a whole lot worse done to them. And you're going to tell the women I just armed they don't need to be armed because you'll protect them 24/7? And if any of you guys thought you'd get some pu$$y quick and dirty because there are no men at the farm to satisfy their sexual urges, remember the head of the guy that's laying over there and what he said/did. That shut them up.
Got to the entrance of the farm and was looking for Stella in her gilley suit....didn't see her, but had the feeling we were being watched. Told the 5 guys DO NOT wander off as the women may think you're up to no good. Stella was talking to some women when she us and waved, so I waved back. She got 30 women to help with the corn picking and we did get more milk and 8 more ostrich eggs which I gave 4 to Harold to trade for what ever he could get for them. Helen was busy haggling over the value of empty 30-30 shell casings vs how many fish hooks the guy wanted. Harold did have 6 bamboo fishing poles....the kind I and millions of other kids learned to fish with. Said I wanted 2 and he could take what ever they're worth out of my 10%. Or I could toss in what I brought back for store inventory later on. He tossed in a small piece of red cloth and gunny sack, with no idea what I'm going to do with the rods except fish. He's already had cash offers of $3,000 for a female rabbit and $5,000 for the male. Not that he was interested in selling or bartering anything for them. He's going to bring the cages inside the building each night before closing time. But we got to talking and he knows someone who's into carpentry. This guy is going to borrow the butter churn to use as a master and make copies of it. Told him that the farm ladies get 4 of them for free and they would want to sell/trade the butter here....for a slight commission of course. He had no problem with that and figure the ladies wouldn't either. Want to get Harolds place as the hub for trading/selling things instead of maybe having to go all over town to find what you're looking for.
Talked with Stella about Rosemary and an all woman state militia platoon or two. She's okay with that and would talk with her. So I introduced the 2 of them. Harold's renting out the sewing machine and told her (the sewing lady) what I wanted and she thought it was funnier than h*ll. Said all I had to do was provide the cloth and thread and she'd do it for free. Got her what she needed and suppose to get it tomorrow or the next. The material was donated out of the stuff I got from the sewing center earlier with Harolds okay and no charge. He didn't have any crawdad traps, but knew someone who did. And wondering is there anyway to catch rabbits live for breeding/eating purposes? Problem with that is wanting to keep that idea to ourselves for the trading post. Then let everyone else scramble trying to copy our idea. It would also increase the gene pool for the rabbits. More rabbits = more trade/food.
Went looking for Sampson and asked him if he was real red neck Georgia cracker or some city slicker. Said he wasn't going to reply to that question until he knew what I wanted him for because I had that sneaky look. Explained and yeah, he's gone frog hunting before, but with a gig when he was a kid. Asked Abbey if Herbert could come out and play, but we'd be gone for a few hours. She looked at Sampson and me, saying we were up to no good, but then you're boys and you're always up to something nasty....especially those with English heritage. And she looked at me when she said the English heritage bit. Herbert got his fishing rod and off we went to that pond/lake.
Sampson's never used a cane pole with a piece of red cloth on a hook to catch bullfrogs. And man, there were a lot of them. Thing is, their tongue always didn't get imbedded on the hook. After a few of them dropping off, we learned to flip 'em back over our heads and let Herbert chase them and then put them in the gunny sack for the ones that did. Many were about twice the length of my hand and we got 87 of them with the gunny sack bulging. Of course, Albert went kind of ape sh*t chasing the frogs with Sampson/I busting a gut laughing more than once when Herbert would be running after a frog, then watch Albert dart in to bark at it and the two of them falling a$$ over tea kettle when Herbert tripped over Albert. Got 2 dozen perch, again about hand size.
After getting the frogs/fish cleaned (Herbert was busy chasing Albert who was also busy chasing Herbert), tossed some of the bodies in a sandy area of the pond. Figured if they were gone tomorrow or next couple of days, there were crawdads here. Sampson showed me I was wasting a little of the frog meat in the area behind the eyes, something I didn't know. Maybe there wasn't much there, but everything counted now, food wise.
The girls/Helen/Abbey looked a bit dubious at tonights supper of frog legs and surprised me that only Montana and Annette accepted when I asked the other 2 guys if they wanted some. Janet and the older couples came out, with them contributing corn meal and cooking oil. Also asked Maria if she'd like to have supper with us and she said yes. With so many people, had Abbeys, Helens, Marias and Garys tables and chairs put together in one long line outside. Let Sampson and Montana do the cooking as they've cooked them before, something I haven't. Last thing I wanted to do was over cook 'em and make 'em taste bad for others trying them for the first time. Janet tells me she's talked with the mayor and hit a couple of the churches. Only ones really helping are the Mormons who she said got most of their followers to donate 3 months worth of food to the city. Three months is a lot of f*cking food. Want to meet with them and see what they might need/want. What goes around, comes around.
Janet told me I and the others had to head for the car museum tomorrow to get things going....even if there's nothing there. It's a real f*cking shaky thing us going out to see IF there's even a car/cars there. Asked who I wanted to go and said I'd take the guys, except for Socrates because of his arm wound. He can use it and all of that, but he's not 100% mobile with the arm. Also taking those 2 I'm nick naming Mutt and Jeff....the same ones that were ready to beat me up. Part of me doesn't want to be around them, but figure try to let by gones be by gones. Told Janet about the older guys in the complex and she's going to talk with them. Maybe they don't move as fast as they used to, but they've told me some interesting stories and have a sh*t load of experience in surviving combat.
Also met Janets husband David, who's in construction. Wasn't too sure how things were going to be between us, because you know.... Tells me he's been wanting to meet me since hearing how I played with Janets t*ts. And I'm thinking, oh f*ck me and looking for room to run when he says he didn't blame me a bit. He's played with them for 15 years and has enjoyed every minute of it. Hold out his hand to shake, so I did. But while shaking, he says it's the last time for me, do I understand? I said no problem. The girls were listening to all of this and couldn't help myself when I turned a bit to look at them and said I had another set in mind already. Their faces turned kind of red.
And forgot how pregnant Haley was....she's due in a couple of weeks or so. Told her that I'd see if I could get a doctor or nurse out to look in on her as soon as possible, along with the other ladies. They're worried they might be pregnant from being raped so many times and want an abortion if they are. Told Janet about this and she'll see what she can do. The boy is still out....thinking next time I come here, bring Herbert and maybe that'll bring him out at least a little bit. The girl who did come out of it is doing better, but noticed when any male got near her, she hid behind that lady she cried out to the first time.
What else? Not much trading actually going on at Harolds place, but any trading is better than nothing. Will help a lot if we can start trading butter for example. Told that 20 or so of the women at the farm have moved to the farm next door to help out and ease living conditions at The Farm. Mama dog and puppies are doing well and asked Janet to have some of the ladies take them to The Farm along with some of the dry dog food. Thinking they might be good watch dogs when they grow up.
When the Victrola was playing, asked the girls to dance, but they said they were tired and not really up to it. Even Helen declined. I understood what they weren't saying. But Abbey wasn't, but then she's got a direct way of teaching a man to properly dance. Each time I stepped on her feet (and me without shoes), she would kick me in the ankle....twice! I'm pulling back, trying to put some distance between us so I wouldn't step on her feet, but she said no. I was going to learn how to dance properly even if I had English blood in me and that was being close and she pulled me up next to her. Got kicked a total of 6 times and starting to limp like a mother f*cker before I got rhythm....at least rhythm enough not to step on her feet any more. After that, she turns to the girls and tells them okay, she's gotten me broken to the saddle. That's when the girls said thanks mom and said they'd dance with me. Truth is, didn't want to dance with them....just rest/rub my ankles, but then what if I said no? Not about to pass an opportunity to put my hands on them even if I was in pain. Couple of times I almost stepped on their foot, but they said Andy in a warning tone and drew back one of their feet. Didn't move real fast dancing as I moving around a lot, but did kind of/sort of enjoy myself....except for the aching ankles.
After the Victrola music was played and everyone went home/inside, sat out on the steps and started playing my harmonica as quietly as possible. Thing is, the dogs are music critics and started some low howling. Abbey came out to see what was causing them to howl and caught me with the harmonica. She thought bag pipe music was the crudest form of music....until she heard me playing. Also told me the bagpipe was a joke played on the Scots by the Irish. Wanted to know what was I trying and failing at playing, so told her Sentimental Journey. She has heard of it and told her it was my favorite WW 2 as sung by Doris Day....someone she vaguely remembers being in some movies with some guy named Rock. F*ck, hearing that made me feel old. She wanted to know why it was my favorite and told her the only way I could tell her was by singing it and after all, you've heard my musical talents just now. Thing is, did sing it to the best of my ability and doing it the way (or trying to) Doris did, slow and easy. Abbey didn't stick her fingers in her ears or scream, but did say I had better keep my job as a truck driver/Oregon national guard than go for a musical career. But she liked the lyrics and said they could be applied to what we had vs what we have now, just like in WW 2.
Then she blind sided me, asking why my middle name was Thaddaeus. When I didn't answer, said the only Thaddaeus she knew of was Saint Jude Thaddaeus, patron of desperate cases and lost causes and one of the 12 apostates for Christ. Told her about Mom wanting me to become a priest and wanted something different for my middle name instead of Luke, John, etc. like the other apostates. Besides, told her it was kind of funny in a way. When she asked why, told her I never expected to be in such a situation like this and waved my hand around meaning the emp, etc. happening. That I not only loved the 2 most beautiful women on this planet, but was trying to court them for marriage and get my, hopefully, future mother in law to like me. While in the mean time, trying to keep people fed, protected, alive. If that wasn't a full time job for a saint.... Told me I was right about keeping Thaddaeus busy trying to cover all these things, but then he can always call in some angels for help. Told me she's still not happy about our age difference, but could tell the way I've acted around/towards the girls, she knows I love them.
Find out her husband, Herbert, was 12 years older than her and she thought he was positively ancient when he started courting her. But said all his youthful craziness was pretty much burned out when they met and he was like a rock of stability vs guys her age. They married when she was 24 and he died last year in a car accident. Seems he tried to swerve to miss hitting a deer and went off the road. He had been working as a building inspector for Salem. Until the emp hit, she'd go see him twice a month at the cemetery here in town. Told her when I got back, if she wanted to, we'd go see him and she said thank you. Got the feeling Abbey's one of those people who can marry once and it's for life.
Suggested to Janet that she check the yellow pages and ask around to see if there are any propane and sani-hut places and maybe some place where we can get a horse drawn wagon even if we had to fix/repair it. I haven't found propane or sani-hut in the yellow pages except in McMinnville being the closet. But saw there was at least one storage place here and maybe there might be some motor homes/trailers stored there and if so, can we grab any generator out of them? If we can, get the hospital some light and juice to use some of their equipment and use any others to help the city where needed and of course, maybe get water pumped from the stream for us. The sani-huts could be used by the refugees, but no idea what to do when they got full.
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Post by kaijafon on Jun 29, 2014 9:16:16 GMT -6
"Then she blind sided me, asking why my middle name was Thaddaeus. When I didn't answer, said the only Thaddaeus she knew of was Saint Jude Thaddaeus, patron of desperate cases and lost causes and one of the 12 apostates for Christ. Told her about Mom wanting me to become a priest and wanted something different for my middle name instead of Luke, John, etc. like the other apostates." I think you mean apostles?? An apostate is one who has turned against Jesus. and while it is just MY opinion, I would not trust any of those women who chose to abort any baby who did nothing wrong. That's just me.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 29, 2014 18:49:11 GMT -6
Sorry, but apostle is what I meant. I was thinking at the time of writing an apostate was one of the followers of Jesus, while Apostles meant all of them.
I disagree about trusting women in such a matter. The way I look at it, it's YOUR body. You want a tattoo, you can get one even though I've NEVER found them attractive on a woman. Her body is the work of art and putting paint on it disfigures it. I know tattoos/ abortions are two different things, but I was thinking if these women have these children, even sub-consciously, they will still see/feel the pain/degration of being raped. And I know I have that word spelled wrong....just can't figure out how it's spelled even with spell check. And think of this: you/I get together for awhile, then we split and you hate my guts. You call me a month later to say you're pregnant with our child, but getting an abortion and what do you think of that you $#@)*& and hang up on me. How would you like to be FORCED to bear our child, because after all, you would be killing a child I helped create.
Lady readers out there: what's your opinion on this matter?
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Post by kaijafon on Jun 29, 2014 18:58:54 GMT -6
a tattoo is a far cry from an innocent baby who had no choice in the matter. the rapist is the one who should be punished, not an innocent baby. again my opinion.
I don't trust women who have a baby aborted for her convenience (by rape or not). must be because I know a few people who were children of rapists. They are awesome
I also know a few women who gave birth to their rapists babies and they are strong women who I would trust with my life and the life of my kids and grands. They love their babies/children and do not think about them as some bad reminder of a rape.
I've also met women who have aborted babies (for various reasons) and it changes them fundamentally. And not in a good way.
Like I said, I would NOT trust a woman who killed an innocent baby for the crime of its father.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 29, 2014 19:26:55 GMT -6
Thanks. And posted the question about this on SB and asked for the ladies there also for feedback. And abortion is listed as ******** there. In posting the earlier chapters, realized I had some loose threads/happenings to deal with. Now have to do some research to find out how quick a woman might find herself pregnant.
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