Glory (Book 3) by Michael McManamon Page A

do it in front of Gregor. The man would probably throw him into the cage to be dealt with Big Mike and Rick later. Carl would get in on it somehow as well.
    It was better not to say anything.
    He couldn't stop thinking of her, though . Shell y .
    He knew that she wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was actually a little bit awkward looking. She didn't have much of a body. Just straight lines. Though there was a hint of change in the girl's figure. In the way that she moved. And it would only develop more over time.
    The thing that struck him most were her eyes. The way she had looked at him when they had first met. Her, looking out the window. Him, waving up to her. There was also the way she looked at the world. She was innocent. Inquisitive.
    Sam felt a chill of excitement run through him. Then he felt a kick on his foot.
    Sam looked at Gregor. The man was staring at him.
    "Well?" he asked.
    "Well?" Sam didn't know what he was talking about. He hadn't been following the conversation.
    "I asked what you did in the old world, before everything went to shit."
    "What I did?"
    "Yeah, what was your job?"
    "Oh, shit, sorry. Just got to thinking about something else there." He hoped that Gregor wasn't going to ask him what it had been.
    He didn't. Gregor repeated the question.
    "I worked in a pizzeria," Sam said. "I made pizzas. The best around!"
    "Fuck, no way! I could go for a pizza around now!" He started to laugh.
    Sam joined him . Hopefully it would move them away from the comment that his mind had been o n other thing s .
    "What kind of pizzas did you make?"
    "What kind? Every kind! Pepperoni. Hawaiian. Thick crust, thin crust. You name it!"
    "Fuck, man, you're givin' me a hard-on! I'd kill for one!"
    The wor d kil l bothered Sam. Even though he knew that it was just an expression, things had changed. People might actuall y kil l for those things now. And they might kill for looking at someone else's property . Shelly.
    "You can't make one now, can you?" Gregor asked.
    "Now?"
    "Yeah, right now."
    Sam shook his head. "I don't have the ingredients. And I couldn't cook it even if I did."
    "That sucks. I guess I just have to stick with vodka and whatever food we find. Speaking of that…is there anything left?"
    "A few things," Sam explained. "But that's why the others went off."
    "Just to find food?"
    "And women," Sam added. Carl had said so that morning.
    "And women!? That's great! I hope they find a beautiful woman for Gregor!" He laughed once more.
    Sam smiled. Then he stole another look at the cage. He didn't care what women the men found, so long as he could have Shelly.
    "Look," Gregor said. "Stay here and watch the girls. I'm gonna go take a piss, then get some stuff from the camp. I'm hungry. And I need something to drink. You want something?"
    "I'm okay for now."
    And he was. In fact, he was better than that. Gregor was going to leave him alone with Shelly.

Chapter 10
     
    Sam smiled and watched as Gregor walked away. When he thought that the other man wouldn't notice, he looked into the cage.
    The two were still against the far side of it. They weren't paying him any attention.
    Sam wanted to call out to the young girl, to let him know that he was there, but he didn't feel comfortable enough to do that. Although Gregor probably wouldn't notice hi m lookin g into the cage, he migh t hea r him. He stole a glance over his shoulder to see where Gregor was. The man was standing in the field, pissing. Not far enough away.
    As he sat there, Sam's mind started to pick up speed. He thought about how close he was to Shelly, how close he was to getting her out of the cage. He could do it once Gregor got out of sight. Open the gate, grab her, and make a run for it. Big Mike's woman might cause a bit of a problem, but he was sure that he could stop her quick enough. He wasn't opposed to hitting a woman, especially if she deserved it. Or he could just offer her her freedom. He was sure that she'd take it over the