challengingly at Candy, then looked down.
“This is Jackie and that’s Needles in the other room. Needles is infected.”
Jackie held onto Eve’s hand, “Who’s in charge here?”
“ My Mom and my Dad. Well, my Dad officially – he’s the chief nuclear engineer for the plant, but my Mom seems to be running things. Kirk and Susan…”
T he door to the waiting room opened with a bang. Two heavily armed guards outfitted with M-16’s, blue fatigues, military boots, bullet proof vests and side arms strapped to their legs entered and took positions on either side of the door. Behind was Susan, then Kirk. Behind them were Britt and Dennis. “Who are these people?” Susan demanded. Then, without waiting for a reply, she motioned to the medical room and the forms of the multiple persons behind the clouded glass, “and who are those people in there?” She stomped forward toward the door to the medical room, but Sven stepped in front before she could open it.
“Now, calm down,” Kirk touched her shoulder from behind.
“These are my friends; my business associates. They’re growers too,” Sven said. “Chris has been shot. There’s a doctor and five nurses trying to save him in there.” Eve came over and stood beside Sven, clinging to him like a vine.
“Who shot him?” Susan demanded, already knowing the answer. They had seen everything from the window in the control tower.
Jackie stepped forward. “There are people outside that need to come in. There are at least four electricians out there; a gun smith; a fence guy and his family; a guy with a front loader; couple of construction workers; a beer brewer…”
“You’re all leaving now ; them too.” She motioned toward everyone in the other room.
“Whoaa,” Dennis stepped forward . “We’re not throwing the doctor out. We need a doctor.”
“Chris will die without medical care ,” Brit joined in.
Susan stomped past them, yanked open the door to the medical room, and surprised everyone huddled around an unconscious Chris spread out on the table. The doctor and the nurses wore blood-spattered, white gowns with surgical masks and gloves. They looked up alarmed. “We don’t know who’s infected. You could all be infected.”
A sound like a bed sheet tearing, erupted in the room. Needles, who had been sitting catatonic in a chair in the corner threw up. Black vomit gushed out of his mouth onto the floor. He tipped over head first, unconscious, into the black vomit, sliding across the floor on his shoulder and arm. His body was stiff and rigid, like someone was pulling him in opposite directions with a string attached to his head and feet. His body convulsed and more black vomit spewed out of his mouth onto the floor. A large, bloody, black stain spread across the seat of his pants from the inside. Susan screamed and slammed the door. Her hands shook with rage and fear as she pressed her back to the closed door. “Get them out of here now ! They’re all infected!”
In a flash, Candy stripped off her clothes. She pulled off the bulky down jacket; the three sweatshirts and the long underwear over her head; then yanked down to her muddy boots the thick ski pants and long underwear underneath. “We are not infected. None of us are infected,” She said, looking right at Susan. Then, for emphasis, she unsnapped her bra and pulled her matching pink thong down to the boots as well.
Candy held out her arms and did a slow turn. Under those bulky clothes hid a spectacular form. Her skin was a lovely golden color. There were no tan lines – anywhere on her body. Her breasts were too large for her tiny frame and they rode unnaturally firm and high. She had an ass that wouldn’t quit and a small muscular waist and strong legs that had obviously taken many hours to achieve. Candy was a professional pole dancer. She had just launched her own subscription webcam site to moderate success following the posting of a twelve minute masturbation video online
“This is Jackie and that’s Needles in the other room. Needles is infected.”
Jackie held onto Eve’s hand, “Who’s in charge here?”
“ My Mom and my Dad. Well, my Dad officially – he’s the chief nuclear engineer for the plant, but my Mom seems to be running things. Kirk and Susan…”
T he door to the waiting room opened with a bang. Two heavily armed guards outfitted with M-16’s, blue fatigues, military boots, bullet proof vests and side arms strapped to their legs entered and took positions on either side of the door. Behind was Susan, then Kirk. Behind them were Britt and Dennis. “Who are these people?” Susan demanded. Then, without waiting for a reply, she motioned to the medical room and the forms of the multiple persons behind the clouded glass, “and who are those people in there?” She stomped forward toward the door to the medical room, but Sven stepped in front before she could open it.
“Now, calm down,” Kirk touched her shoulder from behind.
“These are my friends; my business associates. They’re growers too,” Sven said. “Chris has been shot. There’s a doctor and five nurses trying to save him in there.” Eve came over and stood beside Sven, clinging to him like a vine.
“Who shot him?” Susan demanded, already knowing the answer. They had seen everything from the window in the control tower.
Jackie stepped forward. “There are people outside that need to come in. There are at least four electricians out there; a gun smith; a fence guy and his family; a guy with a front loader; couple of construction workers; a beer brewer…”
“You’re all leaving now ; them too.” She motioned toward everyone in the other room.
“Whoaa,” Dennis stepped forward . “We’re not throwing the doctor out. We need a doctor.”
“Chris will die without medical care ,” Brit joined in.
Susan stomped past them, yanked open the door to the medical room, and surprised everyone huddled around an unconscious Chris spread out on the table. The doctor and the nurses wore blood-spattered, white gowns with surgical masks and gloves. They looked up alarmed. “We don’t know who’s infected. You could all be infected.”
A sound like a bed sheet tearing, erupted in the room. Needles, who had been sitting catatonic in a chair in the corner threw up. Black vomit gushed out of his mouth onto the floor. He tipped over head first, unconscious, into the black vomit, sliding across the floor on his shoulder and arm. His body was stiff and rigid, like someone was pulling him in opposite directions with a string attached to his head and feet. His body convulsed and more black vomit spewed out of his mouth onto the floor. A large, bloody, black stain spread across the seat of his pants from the inside. Susan screamed and slammed the door. Her hands shook with rage and fear as she pressed her back to the closed door. “Get them out of here now ! They’re all infected!”
In a flash, Candy stripped off her clothes. She pulled off the bulky down jacket; the three sweatshirts and the long underwear over her head; then yanked down to her muddy boots the thick ski pants and long underwear underneath. “We are not infected. None of us are infected,” She said, looking right at Susan. Then, for emphasis, she unsnapped her bra and pulled her matching pink thong down to the boots as well.
Candy held out her arms and did a slow turn. Under those bulky clothes hid a spectacular form. Her skin was a lovely golden color. There were no tan lines – anywhere on her body. Her breasts were too large for her tiny frame and they rode unnaturally firm and high. She had an ass that wouldn’t quit and a small muscular waist and strong legs that had obviously taken many hours to achieve. Candy was a professional pole dancer. She had just launched her own subscription webcam site to moderate success following the posting of a twelve minute masturbation video online
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