You open your eyes and are greeted with a playful ray of sunlight jumping into the dark basement through the small ventilation window up by the ceiling. You yawn quietly and look around at the two beautiful girls sleeping peacefully next to you. The sight does not help your morning erection at all, but you overpower your desires. "This isn't a honeymoon vacation," you say to yourself. "We had fun yesterday; we'll probably have more today, but first I need to get some work done. Besides, it'd be very selfish to wake them up now. They look so peaceful." You smile.
You get up quietly, carefully freeing yourself from Britney's hands. She sences your absence and unhappy expression crosses her sleeping face. You lean over and kiss her on the head, then quietly walk away.
You get some crackers and water - opening a can would be too loud. While chewing down your modest breakfast, you try to think of a plan for the day.
"We pretty much got all the supplies we need," you think. "So, I don't see what else we could be scavenging for the whole day." You run your mind through the list again, then try to think what's not on it that could be needed. You fail to come up with anything significant, so you conclude that you're pretty well set.
"On the other hand," you think, "if we're going to leave, we have to do it in the morning, so we get to the rural area and find a place to stay by nightfall. The prospect of spending the night in the middle of a lawless city in a car is far from appealing. Hell, I wouldn't do it in some districts even back when there were cops and cellphones."
"Anyhow, if I want to leave early, I gotta pack early," you conclude finishing your food and standing up. A lot of the supplies are already pretty well packed into the car, since you couldn't bother to take them out yesterday; probably for the better.
After checking your gun, you grab a bunch of bags and head to the door, when a pair of interesting bags catches your eye. It's hidden shily in the darkest corner, which is now the brightest thanks to the morning sunray falling straight on it. The bags are plain, almost like all the other ones, but you recognize these two as the ones Britney brought out of the store when you briefly lost them from sight. You recall the girls saying something about a surprise earlier. "Could this be it?" you think. You conscience jumps in, pointing out that it'd be rude to go through this stuff, not to mention you'd be robbing yourself of a surprise. A selfish voice in you says that there's no harm in peeking a little and that it could be a deadly kind of surprise. Conscience counters, saying that if the girls wanted you hurt, you'd be hurt already, that you have to trust them like they trust you and that peeking would ruin the surprise. Realizing that your head is quickly turning into a Congress you hush at both voices, chasing them back to the remote corners of your mind. But one way or another you have to make a decision. |