You savor a few more blissful moments of Kim's soft lips caressing yours. Gently, you push her away, seeing the hurt expression in her eyes.
"Kim, we can't," you whisper softly, "I'm sorry."
"You don't like me? You're gay?" she whimpers. You pull her into a friendly embrace.
"I'd like nothing more than to make love to you right here right now, but we can't. Terry doesn't like me as it is and if we get involved, she'll kill me, and maybe you, too."
Kim smiles mischievously: "OK." She gives you a peck on the lips and runs out giggling.
Happy that everything resolved so well you fight your freshly awakened desires with the most unerotic thoughs you can muster, and turn on your side to get some sleep...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
You jump up from your makeshift bed at the close sound of gunfire. Drawing your gun ready, you crouch into the main room where the shots rang from. Gwen is standing there, staring in shock at Terry, who is lying on the couch with three ugly bulletholes in her back and head. Kim is standing next to the body, a smoking pistol still in her hands.
"Kim, what have you done?! Are you crazy?!" you yell.
"But, but," Kim sobs turning to you, "she wanted to kill you and I didn't want you to die."
You aim at her.
"Put it down! Put the gun down, Kim!"
"OK," she obeys, "I'll do anything you say."
You put your own gun down, still somewhat stunned by what happened.
"It's not my fault!" Kim tries to explain. "She was the one bossing us around like she owned us, threatened to kill us if we don't obey," Kim sobbed. "She wasn't our leader, she was a jerk! Now, is our leader!" she hugs your arm, pressing it between her breasts, "and he will be nicer to us than the jerk was!"
Gwen comes over weeping in horror. She hugs your other arm and cries on your shoulder. "Please don't leave us, . We're gonna die if you leave."
You are so stunned that it takes quite a while for you to start thinking properly again. So far you realize one thing; you need to react to this rapid development somehow. |