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  Instead of going back to sleep I decided I would feel better if I searched the house. The eerie apprehension was not fading away like it normally would after a nightmare. I began to wonder if I had developed my own new intuition type of ability. More likely, I had been awakened by a noise and my subconscious was staying on alert until I discovered what caused it.

  The sun was not yet up, but it would have been hard to tell from inside the boarded-up house anyway. This was the first morning of being able to turn on a light to see where you were going. No more personal lanterns and D-cell battery searches to keep them working. Something so simple that every one of us had taken for granted all our lives was now a luxury. Thankfully, there was still barely enough solar power stored up overnight to illuminate each room that I visited well enough to see.

  I listened carefully at each of the girl’s bedroom doors as I passed by, but they were all silent. No need to wake them over this. I would just search the rest of the main floor, then the basement. By the time I finish I should be feeling much better. It was logical reasoning. But I wasn't.

  I sat down on the sofa and stared at the wall for a few minutes, hoping for some sort of sign to explain what was happening. As I did, the sensation increased somehow. My mind was expecting to see writing on the wall. Was that what I had dreamed?

  I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, trying some meditation techniques that I had seen on a weird television show years ago. When I reopened my eyes, I focused on a spot on the wall where an insect had been splattered, leaving a faded memory of its innards. Then I took some slow breaths.

  While still staring at the smudge I focused my mind on my body's sensations. The feel of leather cushion under my ass and thighs. The pressure of my bare feet on the clean hardwood floor. A few more slow breaths.

  Next I listened to any sound that was being made around me, and there wasn't much. The outside world was mostly quiet these days. With everyone asleep, there was only the faint buzzing of a nearby light bulb. My mind began to see things out of the corner of my eye. Wall decorations, books on a shelf by the fireplace, the remote control for a television that had not been used in months. My breathing was naturally slothful now.

  I felt more focused than I have been in a very long time. That was good. I’ll have to remember to do this every day now, preferably in the morning. It would certainly have to be when no one else was around.

  I started thinking about my friends, analyzing their roles in my life, and in the clan. Alexa was my wife, my number one. She brought intuition and a soft view of things. Jada was my lover, and my number two. She provided a harder, more real-life angle of perception. Additionally, she was warrior in heart and skill. Riley was my number three, and just as beautiful as the other two in her own way, but not near as sexually inclined. And that was okay. She brought a calm methodical mentality that was a real asset to the group. She also had her speed burst and immunity to the special gifts of others.

  That only left Camilla. My mind had been clouded regarding her before, but not now. Perhaps I had been attracted to her, or excited to have a confuser on our side for the next inevitable battle. Her claim to want to join us had me thinking of her as a number four. However, I doubt that I would ever be able to trust her like I do the others. I might just use her gift to our advantage and provide her food and shelter in exchange. Otherwise, she was merely a tenant in our house at this point.

  I then remembered the two skanks in the pool house. I hoped that they were still alive, but not sure why I would. They somehow had made an impression on me. I had never seen the infected maintain so much of their humanity. Their appreciation for being allowed to stay on the property was unusual as well. I made a mental note to gather some items for them to make their stay more comfortable. We had plenty of blankets, since it was too hot to ever need them again anytime soon. They would undoubtedly soften up those concrete floors for sleeping. I assumed that the infected slept.

  For months I had been calling them skanks, rottens, etc. It wasn't until I met Jamila and Hedy that my viewpoint truly changed. They were infected. They had been infected by one or more viruses. Perhaps, one day, they could be cured. They were still human, just very ill. That wasn't true of all of them, though. Some acted more like wild beasts. Maybe there was a line that once crossed, you would forever be a skank. A grunting, mouth-breathing, garbage-eating, stinking form of rotten flesh.

  "What are you doing out here by yourself?" Camilla's soft voice crept up on me. Somehow, I didn't notice her exit her room and mosey down the hallway. We stopped guarding her in favor of just locking up our valuables, which included the key to the gun cabinet and any weapons that would otherwise be scattered around.

  "Good morning," I replied. As I began to remember my new view of Camilla, a cloud rolled over my mind to wash away my clarity. I couldn't remember what I was thinking about. I knew where I was and who was standing before me, but I just didn't know what I was doing sitting there on the couch.

  Camilla continued to saunter forward in her green lace dress that had been pulled up to barely cover her panties and only slightly concealed her large unrestricted breasts. Big, dark nipples were poking through the fabric. The limited light in the living room caused her bronze skin to glisten like she had sprayed a glitter perfume, or perhaps she had been sweating. Either way, everything was drawing attention to her body as she approached.

  Green toenail and fingernail polish were always present, as well as enough make-up to accentuate her round, soft face. She was a big girl, but very desirable. I just sat there as she raised one knee to the cushion beside me. I had been wrong about the panties. Her neatly trimmed bush caught my attention. The slit between her legs then winked at me as she raised the other leg to straddle my lap. All I could see after that was titties. Big, soft breasts barely restrained by the material of her dress.

  "Would you like some of this?" Camilla asked in her sexiest voice. Then each oversized nipple took its turn brushing against my nose as she slid her vagina closer to my bulging crotch. My shorts were still on, so once our privates made contact, she began to grind on me through the fabric. There was no penetration with my pants providing a barrier.

  I nearly suffocated though from the bosom barrage that assaulted my face. It continued like that for a couple minutes, with an occasional passionate kiss while I gasped for air, until I heard a voice in the distance.

  "Mason, are you okay?" Riley asked, from what sounded like a tunnel far away. Camilla stopped what she was doing with a surprised expression. She had not noticed Riley approach. The mental fog began to lift as Camilla apparently retracted her ability. She had been confusing me in a seductive way. But it was too late. Riley had already sprinted into action.

  Camilla then screamed as a boney forearm took her firmly in the throat. Long, white skinny feet then flashed before me as Riley's legs wrapped around the bigger girl's waist. As I watched silently, they both flew backwards as my black-haired supportive follower put Camilla in a rear naked choke hold that I had seen many times in mixed martial arts broadcasts.

  The ultra-tan seducer made gargling noises as she clutched at Riley's arm to regain her breath. Her legs were kicking at thin air before me. The woman's eyes were also bulging in panic. My friend locked both slender pale legs into Camilla's groin for leverage as she increased the pressure on her throat. An angry expression on the usually placid angelic face of my heroine had me believing that she just might choke out the bitch.

  "Stop!" I yelled. I too was angry that Camilla had used her powers on me. However, the intent was for sex, not to hurt me or anyone else in our clan. It was unacceptable, but not deserving of the death penalty. Riley released immediately and looked unsure of herself. She no doubt was hoping that she had not misread the situation. I could see the desperate need for approval on her face.

  "Thank you, Riley," I told her, "but that is enough."

  Camilla was coughing, gagging and cursing all at the same time. She had been taken down by a
girl close to half her size, and vagina-blocked at the same time. Her anger was raging as she regained her breath. When she spun around, I thought that she might go back at Riley, which would be a big mistake.

  "Camilla! Go to your room!"

  "Mason," she pleaded. "I'm sorry. I was just wanting my turn. She didn't need to do that to me."

  "Go! And don't come out until I call for you."

  Both Alexa and Jada had been awakened by the disturbance and stood in the hallway as Camilla stormed by them. She muttered complaints about being choked and unfairly disciplined as she went. The woman was typically very composed, even when being insulted. This debacle had to be incredibly embarrassing for her.

  Riley did not watch her walk away, so she probably didn't notice the other two girls in the hallway either. Her entire focus was on me. I could still see that she was very unsure of herself. I was pained to see the expression on such a supporting person's face. I had to reiterate that her actions had my approval.

  It was then that I finally realized in the dim light that Riley was completely naked. Her lanky form looked a little more awkward then when she was fully clothed and gliding across the floor with her goddess like stride. But make no mistake, she was still quite doable. Her breasts were tiny, but perky. Her skin was pale, but flawless. I was surprised to see that she had shaved off all of her pubic hair. I had earlier overheard her telling Alexa and Jada that she preferred to keep a trimmed bush. That's when they informed her that I very much liked a shaved pussy. Apparently, Alexa was correct in discerning that Riley had sexual interest in me after all.

  "Riley, thank you. You did very well."

  She smiled weakly and released a breath. I could tell that she was very relieved. She also took no shame in her naked body being exposed in front of me, assuming that she realized her whole wrestling display had been conducted in the nude. She leaned forward slightly for a brief second, and I picked up on the cue. She needed a hug.

  "Come here," I gestured for her to step into my arms as I stood. She responded happily and hugged me tight around my waist, her head resting against my chest with her disheveled hair all up in my face. I refrained from spitting out any strands that got in my mouth as I simply held her dainty form against me. "Thank you for coming to my rescue."

  "I couldn't let her..." Riley replied into my armpit.

  "I know, I know. And I really appreciate it."

  When she shifted her thighs to release the embrace she rubbed against my boner, which was still quite erect and tenting up my shorts. From the sexy lap dance of the Brazilian temptress to seeing a naked angel come to my rescue, my arousal apparently had not faded.

  Riley took a half step backwards and looked down at my groin, then back at me. Her expression was not entirely clear, until she extended one hand forward slightly toward my manhood. She was either asking if I needed assistance in taking care of my erection or seeking permission to grab it. Either way it was an awkward circumstance. She had just beaten down another girl bent on seduction only to ask if she should take her place. Alexa and Jada surprisingly were waiting to see how the scene unfolded before approaching.

  "I think I'm okay for now," I told her. Thankfully the decline did not deflate her. "Maybe another time," I whispered.

  Riley then nodded as she turned to walk back to her room, stopping abruptly when she spotted the other two girls. Despite the scene before them, Alexa and Jada remained speechless. Riley glanced back at me with a bashful smile, then proceeded gracefully to her bedroom.

  "Well, hello beautiful," Jada eventually said to her as she passed. It was good to hear Jada returning to her normal saucy personality. The playful smack on the girl's tiny white ass cheek was even better. Riley then used what was left of her sprint power to quickly enter her room and close the door. Maybe she was a little embarrassed after all.

  "What happened?" Alexa asked as she walked quickly into my arms. It was more of a ‘I was worried about you’ embrace. The kind where we maintained eye contact.

  "Camilla tried to confuse me," I replied, trying not to sound overly angry. But I also didn’t want them to think that I would just brush it off as a misunderstanding.

  "That bitch," they both said angrily.

  "Why didn't you pick up on that, blondie?" Jada asked.

  "I did, sort of," Alexa replied. "I mean, I knew that she wanted to have sex with my man. But you all do."

  "Even Riley now, it looks like," Jada said with a wink and a smile toward me.

  "I think it's possible," I told them, "that Camilla has been using her skill subtly on us ever since she arrived. Jada's assessment of the situation may have been correct, after all. We're going to have to make some adjustments. Unfortunately, those changes will separate her even more, and cause her to react increasingly negative."

  "Unless maybe you fuck her once a week, like she wants," Jada suggested, obviously not serious. She had clearly stated that she wanted the woman removed from the clan. I figured the comment was solely to get a rise out of my wife.

  "Can we please find another solution?" pleaded Alexa.

  CHAPTER SIX:

  After exiting from our home out the back door I rested the Weatherby against my shoulder. I had it loaded with the safety on, plus a few extra rounds in my pocket. I hated to leave the forty-five behind, but I just wasn't comfortable carrying around a loaded pistol in my shorts. The dynamic of our little group would surely change if I accidentally shot off my penis.

  Jada carried the hatchet that she was so incredibly good at throwing, as well as one of the shiny new Glocks. She had insisted on strapping on the same tall hiker backpack that I was wearing. I was intent on not loading hers up, unless it be with lightweight items. Her limp was becoming less noticeable each day, and I'd like to keep it that way. Taking on too much could cause a setback which would possibly bring on another wave of depression. I was determined to avoid that.

  I also carried a large green trash bag full of comfort items for Jamila and Hedy. I didn't know if they were still staying in the pool house, or even if they were alive for that matter. I figured it was worth the effort, though. I knocked on the door as a courtesy, then shook my head at how some niceties were simply ingrained into your mind despite the harsh world around you.

  "It's Mason," I said loud enough to be heard through the door. "I brought some blankets. Are you still in there?"

  A moment later Jamila opened the door to peak out. Once she verified that it was indeed me, she pulled the door all the way open and retreated back to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she was not looking as well as the day before. Her skin tone and general movement ability seemed to have gotten worse. Perhaps the viruses were going to completely skank her out after all. I glanced around inside the building. There was no sign of Hedy.

  "Are you okay?"

  Jamila nodded, then gestured to her stomach. She looked drained like someone that was deep into a battle with the flu. I guess that she literally was. That was how some of the life-threatening illness attacked your body. When people started dying off the medical community had announced another deadly type of flu. Before it could be contained, another one broke out. Then another. You could see the fear in the doctors that were interviewed on television when they realized that the diseases were not linked to each other.

  "Sick," Jamila said. "In pool. Sorry."

  "Oh," I replied, taking a second to figure out that she was telling me that she had been puking into the pool water. As nasty as the liquid appeared, it couldn't possibly make it worse. Hell, I felt like vomiting just walking near the putrid fluid. The chlorine that I had poured in previously was apparently a total waste. I saw no improvement even where the chalky powder had been dropped in from the sidewalk.

  "That's okay. Where's Hedy?"

  "Food," she replied. Hedy went searching for food. I then wondered if food poisoning might be the cause of her vomiting instead of a virus. Edibles were getting harder to find these days. People in a diminished state, whether by hunger or infe
ction, would settle for things to eat that they probably shouldn't. My mind went back to the bucket of carcasses that I had seen in there the day before. That bucket was now empty. Hopefully, they didn’t toss them in the pool water. One day we’ll have to address cleaning that thing up. Let’s not make it any worse in the meantime.

  I debated on whether to promise Jamila that we could bring something from our food supply. I ended up comparing it to feeding a stray dog while your family was starving. It pulled at your heart, but it just didn't make sense. I shouldn’t think of people as dogs, but I guess that comparison could be taken in a variety of ways. I knew some people that loved their dogs more than their friends and families. My personal social media timeline was crowded with photos of abandoned pets at the rescue center.

  "I brought three blankets to pad the floor, and two pillows. There is a gallon of distilled water as well. You can use the container after you drink it all to find more water, then add chlorine," I said gesturing to the pool supplies, hoping that she understood. Pinching my thumb to my forefinger, I continued, “you only need a tiny amount of chlorine to make water more drinkable. Don’t use water from the pool, of course. There is a stream at the bottom of the hill if either of you feel strong enough to go that far. You could also leave one of the buckets out to collect rainwater. That might be your best option, assuming that we don’t go days without rain.”

  "Thank you," she replied, clearly appreciative despite not being in good health. Once again, her little brown titty was staring at me as she began rocking with both arms around her belly. I took it as a sign that she might be puking again very soon. I didn't want to stick around to witness that.

  "Okay, then. We'll leave you be. I hope you feel better soon," seemed like the right thing to say. I debated on whether to say that I would check in on them again tomorrow, or to say hi to Hedy for me, but the awkward situation convinced me to just go. I had done a good thing, and I hoped that they would be okay, but 'I didn't really have room in my life for new friends right now.' I remembered that line from a movie when the actor was trying to shake someone that was intruding in his life. I felt bad for thinking it, but the truth could not be denied. We couldn't really make friends with the infected. We had no idea what kind of risks that would bring. A close association with them would lead us to making bad decisions.