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Chapter Two
After switching to I-59, Birmingham was the next big town
on her way home. Rachel decided that she would stop there
and look around to see what was up. She had seen no one
since she left Chattanooga, other than the occasional motor
vehicle accident which she was sure that no one survived.
Not one car had passed her on the interstate. She promised
herself that when she got to Birmingham she would also find
some way to protect herself. The fact that she was alive
meant that there were others and if they were anything like
that bastard she'd left in Chattanooga then she wasn't
going to be taking any chances.
The rest of the trip to Birmingham was monotonous. Rachel
had never realized how much the traffic had made the trip
fly by but with no one on the road the miles seemed to drag
on. Eventually she'd reached the outskirts of Birmingham
and instead of taking the loop around, she decided to go
right through the town itself.
There were several places in the downtown area that she had
to back track to get through as some of the accidents had
blocked the roads and made passage impossible. Then she saw
it, the Outdoor Sports store. Rachel knew that they should
have everything she may need in there and with that she
pulled right up to the curb and stepped out. Remembering
what had happened earlier she cautiously eased toward the
store. The doors were locked. Rachel surveyed the area for
some way in but the only way seemed to be to force entry
through the glass doors. If someone were inside they might
not take very kindly to her breaking in. But she needed
some way to protect herself and this was about the best
opportunity that she was going to find.
Rachel walked back to the truck and retrieved her tire
iron. Standing to the side of the door she gave the glass a
sharp rap. It didn't break. Another stronger rap and the
glass gave way in a shattering clatter. She cleared the
frame of the remaining shards and ducked to step under the
doors handle. Inside the store she smelled a smell that she
was familiar with from her years on the street. She didn't
know where it was coming from but she did know that this
was one person that she didn't have to worry about. Easing
around the store until she had covered it all she found the
source of the smell. Apparently the store owner had stayed
with his business until the end and was lying behind the
counter in the rear below the gun case. Luckily his keys
were still clipped to his belt loop and Rachel made short
work of utilizing them to unlock the cases. Stepping over
the now deceased owner she reached into the case for what
she thought was an AR15 but as it turned out it was an M16.
She wasn't aware that these things were allowed on the open
market. Obviously this guy had been selling full auto
weapons as well. Further down the case was the Remington
pistol grip automatic assault shotgun that she needed and
in the front of the display case was all the ammunition
that she would need.
"Now for a hand gun or two." Rachel thought to herself.
Under the counter she found quite the assortment of
handguns but chose a pair of Ruger P85's as she had one at
home and had always liked the way it performed. And it
being a nine millimeter would be easy to find ammo for.
After a bit of searching she found a double assault holster
that fit and oversized clips for both the M16 and P85's.
She tried the holster on but it didn't seem to go well with
the little dress that she was wearing so she opted for a
pair of tan shorts, a chambray button up blouse, and lace
up boots that were displayed in the clothing area of the
store. She started when she saw the movement of her
reflection in the mirror and after her heart stopped racing
she couldn't keep from thinking she looked like Lara Croft
from the Tomb Raider video game! Pulling her hair up into a
ponytail, she gathered a few more items that she thought
she might need, some clothes, camping gear, stove and fuel,
dry rations and water containers and began carrying them
out and loading them into her truck. The extended cab was
handy and she soon had everything packed away and locked
the truck. She slung the M16 over her back and carried the
shotgun.
Rachel started off down the sidewalk to see if there was
anything of note in the immediate area. Staying in close to
the buildings she eased from storefront to storefront.
Seeing no movement or any other sign that anyone was around
she began retracing her path to her truck stopping at a
boutique that had the most beautiful dress in the window.
The door was locked but then again she imagined that most
of then would be so she pulled the tire tool from her belt
and repeated the process of which she had entered the
sporting goods store. Once inside she made a quick circuit
of the store to make sure there would be no surprises and
began to shop in earnest. Finding the rack with the dress
she desired she removed her size and looked it over. It was
a beautiful off the shoulder, floor length black sheath,
decorated with the occasional sequin and beads. A slit up
the front appeared to continue to the upper thigh. She
walked to the back of the store and began undressing laying
her weapons within arms reach she slipped into the sheath.
It was stunning. Looking in the mirror she could imagine
herself sweeping into a society affair and observers taking
gasps of breath as they saw her. Of course a little make-up
and hair care might be in order but she could imagine all
the same.
"Shoes," she thought to herself, "she had to have shoes to
match." After a short search she found the ones she wanted.
They had thin straps across the instep with the same thin
strap around the ankle. She gathered her new dress and
shoes and quickly redressed in her shorts, shirt, and
weaponry. Back to the truck she went, unlocking it and
hopping into the driver's seat laying her beautiful gown
and shoes on the seat next to her. She chided herself on
the fact that there was possibly no where she would be able
to wear the frilly thing next to her but somewhere deep
down inside, hope remained that she would find a place
where some decent people had survived. She fired the engine
and started off towards Tuscaloosa.
Navigating her way through the rest of Birmingham, she saw
no one. She was sure there was someone there but no sign
had been seen and she was anxious to get closer to home to
see what had happened there.
It was almost dark when she reached the outskirts of
Tuscaloosa and she had decided that when she found
someplace that looked accommodating that she would stop for
the night.
There were tons of hotels located just off the interstate
but something told Rachel that they were probably full of
bodies that had been there for a few days and the thought
of that made her think of other possibilities. Just of the
interstate was an affluent neighborhood which she drove
through looking to see which houses had no cars in the
driveway, indicating that there would have been no one
there. She pulled her truck into the driveway of one house
and around the back to the garage which was open and empty.
She hoped that this indicated that no one was at home or
had been and expired there.
Rachel stepped out of the truck and slung her M16 over her
back and picked up the Remington. Easing through the
garage, she noticed that this was obviously the home of
someone well off. The tools hanging in the shop portion
were brand new, of every make and description, and hardly
used at all. The side door of the garage led to a covered
walkway and to the back door of the stylish two story brick
home that had to be no less than six thousand square feet.
Of course the door was locked. However it being mostly
glass pane didn't pose much of a challenge. Rachel
carefully broke one of the panes nearest the door knob,
reached in, unlocked it and let her self in.
"Hello." She shouted. No answer. Apparently it was as she
though no one home, but then she hadn't expected an answer.
She methodically worked her way through the home. It was a
very beautiful place with ornate furnishings and
facilities. The master bedroom was as big as her house and
contained a huge king sized bed. That was what she had been
looking for.
Rachel made her way back down to the garage to retrieve her
overnight bag and within minutes she was comfortably
soaking in the oversized master bath suite tub. Her long
tan body needed the relaxation of the warm bath and she
didn't know how long such luxuries would be available so
might as well take advantage of it now. Her hands roamed
over her body carefully washing and rinsing. Her breasts
seemed to float just above the surface of the water and her
nipples had become erect. She continued to rub herself with
the loofah sponge and found herself breathing harder and
faster. Rachel had always been a sexual creature and here
lately it seemed that she was even more so. "It must have
been the hormones." She thought to herself but she wanted
sex all the time now. Reaching over the side of the tub she
retrieved her ever hard latex stallion and began examining
the venous structure that adorned the length of it. With
one hand on her crotch she noticed her erection was bigger
than she had had in a while. The hormones tended to keep
that sort of thing under control. Ever so softly she
started to massage her swollen member and dreaming of the
day when she could find the right man to sweep her off her
feet and make her his. With her other hand she positioned
her little friend at her opening and eased it inward. A
small gasp escaped her lips as the full length of it came
to bear. At first her movement was slow and controlled but
soon gave way to savage thrusting and bucking against the
thick latex that filled her. The sound of her moaning
filled to suite and for a moment she considered the
possibility of disturbing someone but then realized that
there was no one to disturb. She gave in to the lust that
she was feeling and her hips bucked forward as she
continued the thrusting to her rear. Gasping for breath now
she felt the warm ecstasy flood over her. Twitching, her
erect member erupted in a flood of fluid that coated her
breasts and face. The sensation was overwhelming. Rachel's
whole body spasmed and continued to shake for several
minutes. She lay in the tub, exhausted, covered with her
own cum for some time before she could regain enough
strength to lift herself out to the softness of the
oversized towel she had laid out.
Wrapped in the towel she padded into the master bedroom and
started looking through the closets. The first was
obviously the man's closet and she'd find nothing in there
that she needed. Across the room was the one she wanted and
working through the drawers she found what she was looking
for, a floor length satin gown that would feel so
wonderful. As she slid it over her head, the gown seemed to
fall into perfect place around her. The wonderful feel of
the satin threatened to arouse her lust once again but she
was oh so tired and needed to sleep. Rachel slid between
the covers of the huge bed and quickly drifted into a
welcome dreamless sleep.
Rachel awoke with a start as she was being held down with a
hand over her mouth.
"Shhhh" The man's voice told her. "If I wanted to harm you
I'd have already done it. There're some bad people just out
front and we need to get out of here. Okay?" Rachel nodded.
"Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth." He told her
as he slowly slid his hand away. "You need to be very
quiet."
She took a good look as he backed away and saw that he was
about six two with wavy blonde hair and trim body, kind of
like one of those underwear models.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked.
"Look we don't have time." He responded. "My name is Jason
and we really need to go."
Rachel threw the covers off and began gathering her things.
With the M16 over her back, holsters over her shoulder, she
grabbed the Remington, her bag and started down the rear
stairs of the house.
Jason grabbed her shoulder. "There're right out front.
They've been working their way down this street. We need to
get out the back as quietly and unnoticeable as possible."
"My truck's in the garage." She told him.
"No they would hear it. We need to get across the alley and
wait for them to leave." With that he grabbed her hand and
dragged her out the rear door, across the lawn and towards
the alleyway. The satin gown slid over Rachel's legs and
her bare feet were wet with morning dew as she dashed
behind this apparently new friend. Once in the alley they
crossed to the house directly to the back of the one in
which Rachel had spent the night. This house was unlocked
and they slid inside and down behind the kitchen cabinets
to relative safety.
Rachel turned towards the man who grinned back at her
leaned forward and kissed him passionately.
"What was that for?" He smiled.
"Well," she responded, "I haven't seen a living normal soul
in a week or so and I just felt like it was something I
needed to do."
Their conversation took most of the morning. Rachel dressed
and learned that he had been a physician working in the
emergency room of the local hospital. When the epidemic had
started he had worked tireless hours only to be unable to
save anyone that had been infected. It seemed to pain him a
great deal. After several weeks of dwindling staff he wound
up being the only person coming to work and spent the last
few days in the hospital before the band of marauders that
was ransacking the house across the alley had made their
way to the hospital looking for drugs. He had managed to
stay away from them through the hospitals corridors and had
been following them around trying to find others who had
survived. He said he had only found her by chance having
snuck into the house to observe the activities of the men
and women pillaging the houses on that street. Rachel told
him her story, leaving out being Pre-Op Transsexual and of
course the rape that she had suffered, and that she was
heading for Meridian and then on to her home on the
Mississippi Coast to which he replied, "As good a place as
any!"
About mid morning the marauders left the area, obviously
tired of looting the affluent neighborhood. Rachel and
Jason made their way back across the alley and retrieved
her truck. Jason showed her the back route out of the
community and soon they were back on I-59 headed south
towards Meridian.
The trip seemed to pass quicker with someone to chat with.
Before long they were discussing their tastes in food,
music, style, and hundreds of other things that made time
go by. By the time they reached the outskirts of Meridian
it was obvious that something was terribly wrong there.
Pillar of black smoke rose all over the city and threatened
to cover the interstate. The interstate of course didn't
actually pass right through the town but sort of curled
around the southern side. But everywhere they looked, fires
were burning out of control. They made their way through
the dense smoke and decided it was better to continue on
towards Hattiesburg.
An hour and a half had passed and Rachel mentioned that she
needed to find somewhere to get gas as she was running low.
As they were coming into Hattiesburg the exit for the Coast
was littered with gas stations. Now if any of them just
worked.
They pulled into a station convenience store just north of
the interstate. Jason picked up the M16 as he got out and
Rachel grabbed her Remington. Once inside they found the
store empty and undisturbed.
"Dinner?" She asked.
"And so nutritional too!" Jason replied as he grabbed a
couple of wrapped cakes from the racks.
Amazingly the power was still working and Rachel made short
work of finding the switches to the pumps and filling her
truck. She knew that the power would fail soon and that
afterwards she would have to depend on some other source
for her fuel. "Got to find a battery operated pump." She
reminded herself. She finished topping the tank off and
returned inside to see how Jason was doing. He had found
some sandwiches, that didn't look to bad in the freezer and
was micro-waving them when she walked in.
"These should be a little bit better, but not much." He
grinned as the bell sounded on the machine, pulled the now
warm sandwiches out, and offered her one. She took it, not
realizing how hungry she had been and wolfed it down.
"It's only about an hour and a half to my house, we should
be there by dark." She told him. And with that they loaded
their new supply of food into the truck and started off
down Mississippi Highway 49 towards the Coast.
As things began to grow more and more familiar to her,
Rachel started thinking of her home, her friends, her
family. How many of them had survived? Where were they? She
was sure that she would be able to find something out as
soon as she could.
It didn't take them as long as she had thought to get home.
With no traffic, the speed limit on the highway had risen
dramatically. When she pulled into her driveway on Second
Street her little shotgun house look warm and inviting.
"Here we are!" Rachel told Jason. "Let's get inside and see
what we can find out."
Jason helped Rachel carry her things inside and sat them in
the living room as he plopped onto the couch. As short as
it was the trip seemed to have drained him and he was
feeling quite comfortable when Rachel returned with a glass
of iced tea for him. She slipped her shoes off and dropped
into her recliner, leaning back her pantyhose covered soles
brushed the carpeted floor. It felt so wonderful that she
continued to rub her tired feet against the warmth of the
carpet. Her bright coral nail polish showed brightly
through her hose and she saw that Jason was noticing too.
She sat her tea on the end table. And picking up the remote
she turned on the television. Just like everywhere else,
nothing.
Jason reached his hand out for her. "Why don't you tell me
about what you were doing up in Tuscaloosa?"
Rachel grasped his hand and slid onto the couch beside him.
She explained about her two week vacation in a little
secluded mountain cabin and how things just seemed to
happen while she was there. She wondered why she had not
succumbed to the flu and how many others had survived. She
told him all about herself except her pending change and he
told her about himself. He had studied medicine at the
University of South Alabama. Internship in the Air Force
and was just out working his first real job when this
happened.
"Look," she said "it's dark now and I don't think that
there's anything that we can find out tonight. Why don't
you go get a shower, and I'll make us some dinner. And I
think I may be able to scare up some clothes for you until
we can go shopping. Okay?"
Jason agreed. "Yeah, I think your right," he sniffed, "I do
need a shower." He grinned at her.
"That's not what I meant!" She feigned hurt. With that she
got up and led Jason to the bathroom. "There're towels in
the big cabinet and everything else you need is on the
shower caddy. Oh, and there's a spare toothbrush in the
medicine cabinet. See you in a bit." She smiled and pulled
the door closed.
As she walked into then kitchen she tried to think of what
might be quick and good to eat. No time for anything fancy
but maybe some chicken broccoli fettuccini Alfredo. It was
quick easy and tasted wonderful. About the time that dinner
was done Jason emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a
towel. Rachel nearly dropped the spoon that she had been
stirring with. He was lean, well muscled and not a hair one
on his body. Rachel felt her stomach twitch.
"Did you find those clothes?" He asked.
"A?" Rachel faltered, "I forgot. Dinners ready, let me see
if I can find you something to put on." She hurried into
the spare room where she had put what was left of her boy
things and found a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that would
probably fit him. Returning and handing the clothes to him
she mumbled something about an old boyfriend and turned to
finish up their supper.
They ate at the kitchen table and talked back and forth
about what plans were for tomorrow. First they would go to
Rachel's work and see what was to find out there, then
around town to see if they could find anyone else or
anything of use. They were sure that the electric service
wouldn't hold out much longer so they also talked about
finding a generator and of course Rachel mentioned that
they needed to get a battery operated pump for fuel. With
that they put the dishes in the sink and went into the
living room. Rachel mentioned that she had quite a few DVDs
so he could pick one while she was in the shower and she
would be right out to watch it with him.
Showering, Rachel couldn't help thinking about the hunk of
a man that was sitting in her living room and a Doctor too!
Mother would be so proud. With all that had happened the
past few days it was comforting to have someone so close
that she could interact with. She washed her hair, scrubbed
and rinsed her body clean wanting to get back to her
company. She slipped into a pair of cotton panties, making
sure everything was tucked away, and her Tigger night-shirt
that hung around her knees and padded back into the living
room.
"It's either Pretty Woman or Legally Blonde." Jason said as
he held up the two.
Rachel took the two and slid one in the machine and the
strains of Roy Orbison began coming from the speakers.
"Good choice." Jason said. "I like Pretty Woman."
Rachel slid onto the couch beside him and curled her feet
under her, leaning against him. He wrapped his arm around
her shoulders and for the first time in a long time Rachel
felt warm and cozy inside.
As they watched the movie she noticed that the front of his
sweat pants had begun to tent up and when she looked up at
him saw that he wasn't watching the movie at all but fixed
on her tan legs as her night shirt had worked its way up to
her upper thigh. Tentatively she reached out for his
erection and it throbbed under her touch. A small gasp
escaped his lips as her gentle touch slid down and then
back up his cock. She looked into his eyes and although
there was no verbal communication the message was quite
clear.
Rachel slid from the couch onto her knees in front of him
and Jason responded by spreading his legs for her.
"There's something that you should know." Rachel told him.
"I'm not quite like the other girls that you may have?"
He put his finger to her lips. "I know," he said, "I am a
doctor you know. I saw the hormones in the medicine chest
and there're usually only three types of people that take
that kind of thing. Post menopausal women, and you're not
that old, prostate cancer patients, and you don't look like
that's the problem, and people in transition, am I right?"
She reached up and hooked the waistband of the sweatpants
sliding them downward. As the material slid over him and
his cock sprang free another gasp came. She parted her lips
and gently kissed the tip which caused him to throb again.
Slowly she slid her mouth over him taking him almost into
her throat as he grasped the cushions of the couch. He
reached down and began pulling her nightshirt upward
removing it as she released him and then took him in her
mouth again. Her breasts swayed free and he began fondling
her nipples tweaking them ever so slightly and rolling them
between his fingers. Rachel moaned in pleasure as the
electric sensation he was causing permeated though her
whole existence. Slowly and deliberately she slid up and
down on his bulging cock swirling her tongue around his
shaft. The only communication between them was the moaning
and gasping that accompanied their passionate exchange. His
breathing was coming in rapid sharp gasps now and his
attention to her breasts had increased to match that pace.
As he moaned he stiffened and Rachel adeptly slid her lips
to the tip of his cock allowing his warm salty cum to spray
onto her tongue. She swallowed and pistoned again on his
member as another jet of the gooey substance coated her
mouth. Again and again she repeated the process until he
was completely drained. Licking him clean she slid her lips
from him and pulled his sweats back into position. He
leaned down and kissed her softly.
Rachel redressed and slid back onto the couch beside Jason.
He stroked her hair as she lay down beside him with her
head in his lap and drifted slowly to sleep, feeling
content and cared for.
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