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All day long, the sky seemed hazy. In this sprawling metropolis on the Gulf Mexico, where urban planners were constantly over-ruled by development oriented elected officials, the air moisture seemed strange. After all, when politicians have real estate investments, or urban sprawl developmental interests, the collusion is in your face. Regardless, the smoggy atmosphere seemed eerier than normal. Such was not the kind of weather you normally see along the western coast of Florida. That, plus an incessant rainy dampness added to the gloomy gothic atmosphere.

Downtown, as well as along the interstate, a formerly high-speed network, movement was at the usual crawling creepiness. With the drizzle, which seemed like rain, a shroud of darkness hung over the city. The more I examined the drippings; the visual inspection was not actually a typical rainfall. Some other kind of substance gave a dingy look and feel to the continual sprinkles. Overhead, the usual blueness, with sporadic white puffy pure clouds, with bright rays of sunshine, remained hidden behind a dark gray cloak. By afternoon, what little illumination there was got very dark.

As a retired cyber investigator, and now a part-time consultant, my paranoia immediately suspected terrorism in the peninsula state. There was something weird about the atmosphere. Shortly, the daylight changed from dark gray, nearly a blacker ashen tint, and then to a kind of murky blue ink color. While I drove cautiously, headlights on, to the local marina, other cars were pulling off the road. Along the ditch and retention runoffs, some people were puking, others coughed, wheezed and stumbled, as though reacting to smog or other airborne contaminates. A few had crashed their cars.

Another couple of miles to the wharf and it got crazier. In the center console, I kept an emergency breathing mask. While I slipped it on my face, I left the compartment open. My Smith and Wesson 9mm pistol rested inside. Around me, cars were smashing, people were fighting at crash scenes, and pedestrians collapsed on sidewalks. Police and fire services personnel responded in a timely fashion. Yet, the ensuing human chaos grew more bizarre as the minutes ticked away. Soon, emergency rescue attempts would be overwhelmed and probably outgunned. Anarchy would soon ensue.

Why? The proverbial why question usually came up after you got over trying to figure out what was happening. Chaos would take over because humans in a pack will turn on each other out of their primal selfishness. Back to the why of it all for the moment. As such, why did it appear some were affected, and others were not? For now, it appeared to me, as I made my way to a semi-secure area, a small percentage remained within a limited framework of rationality. However, a significant number seemed on the edge of panic, madness and devolving stupidity. Yet, I felt no such imbalance. Interesting, I pondered the possibilities of an airborne illness.

Applying training and experience in tactical driving skills, I made it to the marina, a well-fortified private gated maritime community. At the front gate, the massive iron green archway announced Clam Tow Marina or C-T for brevity. Of which, property managers were quick to deploy more security personnel, all of whom were licensed to carry and deploy firearms. Typically, rich people utilized some of the best protection money can buy. As an aside, I was not in their class.

No, not by any stretch of the imagination. Yet, by clever investments, specialized favors and possession of information sources, I had membership in the marina. Additionally, regardless of any exceptional services I may have rendered to bored or unhappy wives, girlfriends or mother in-laws, I was still an orphan. In the end, who cares, we all end in the same place once we’re dead. Nonetheless, security waved me through and immediately secured the essential fortifications behind me.

Inside the marina compound, I noticed some of the security were on the ground. People with first aid kits hovered over them. Again, some were affected while others seemed okay. Easily, I found my parking spot at my reserved boat slip. One of my boating neighbors was keeping watch. She was always a fascinating eye fest to behold. At that point, I took note of vacant parking spaces around the moorings. Having parked in front of my boat, I gave a momentary glance around the marina.

Living aboard my classic reconditioned former patrol boat was a pleasurable eccentricity. The sleek odd-looking craft, sky blue with white trim, had once seen service with a state police agency. Sixty feet of high-speed cruiser was completely overhauled after decommissioning and kept a low profile in the marina among more exotic watercraft. From consulting work, the purchase was a bargain.

The “Double D” made for a fast getaway if needed and its electronics were custom designed for an array of operational contingencies. She was older than most, yet her computerized components were state of the art. On board, there was plenty for room for one person to live comfortably, like a small apartment. As to the name of the boat, nosey neighbors tried to guess what “DD” stood for. With their nasal tones, while looking up at the sky when they spoke to you, if at all, figured it was “Deadly and Dangerous” as some concluded. Then some thought, “Devious and Deceptive”, and chuckled at their brilliance. Nope, for a lady friend, which referred to her bra size.

Meanwhile, as I unpacked supplies for the DD, my senses kept vigilance around the moorings. My first thought was maybe I should volunteer to help somewhere. Yet, reason and logic grew stronger in one of my inner voices. Sure, that may or may not work if I made some phone calls. I still had contacts in key places. Nevertheless, I had been out of government service for a long time. Long since forgotten and replaced by another generation, my effort would be just another volunteer wannabe. On the other hand, from years of many role-play, tabletop exercises and emergency planning, I knew the outcome. That told me intuitively that public safety was going to collapses very soon.

At any given time, on a seemingly normal day, emergency services, public safety and security resources would be quickly overwhelmed in a major disaster. Politicians only ensure about 1% investment to protect 99%. All those planning exercise fall extremely short in the face of real-world disaster. Developmental, urban sprawl, and incessant consumption of resources, outpaced the ability of local infrastructure to protect or provided adequately most of the people most of the time. Government typically plans for normal outcomes, and disasters are never normal or follow a plan.

“What the hell is going on?” I muttered to myself after my morning shopping excursion, and carefully putting everything in storage. From the aft deck, I scanned the parking lot. Some boats were pulling out of the marina. “Damn, this place is a ghost town, or rather ghost marina. Nonetheless, it’s nice to be home on my boat.”

“Hi, Hal,” my next-door neighbor said anxiously from the deck of her boat. Hands on hips, looking gorgeous as usual, she went on, “What the hell’s going on?”

“Hi, Rox, how’s things,” I answered with a smile and a slight glance in her direction. Her boat was parked next to mine. “I’m working on it. Coffee?”

“Seriously, right now?” She sucked in a long breath and arched her back. Such was a lovely sight. “Well, okay, maybe between the two us we can figure this out.” She gave me a smile. “You betcha, on my way over, handsome,” she said with a smirk.

My neighbor was very friendly. Purposely blonde, tall and angular, balloon-like implants, Barbie doll look-alike, exotic and attractively mature, Roxana Dunes was dressed in a red G-string monokini. Very little was left to my imagination. The slim red swath of cloth below her navel stretched precariously over the large shaved mound of her pubis. Her dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle at a cup of coffee. I tried never to judge, or speculate about appearances, because it is easy to be fooled.

Roxy’s uninhibited flare seldom kept you guessing. One of the best parts was that she usually annoyed the wealthier residents by her brazen behavior. Like me, she was all too aware of the hypocrisy. Usually straightforward and direct, Roxy’s cover story could fool you. However, beyond skin deep, she was quite gifted in many ways. A retired high school math teacher, Roxy’s I.Q. was way above the average range. With my depraved imagination, I figured several students owed their graduation to her.

“Hot, dark and steamy espresso,” I said while I gave her a hand on to my deck. Her flip-flop sandals clapped as she came aboard, exposing much to my delight. At the bistro table, I pulled out a chair for her. “My lady, thanks for joining me.”

“Thank you, Hal, always love your coffee baby, hot and swarthy as usual,” she beamed, while her big brown nipples peeked at me. Sleekly tanned, oiled up for the day, her freckled face changed to a frown. “It’s been really weird, Hal.”

“You okay?” I asked appreciating her mature presence. “Sure, the day’s weird.”

“Bizarre to the say the least,” Roxy said and sipped her coffee carefully through puffy lips painted red. She leaned back and shrugged off her nipple covering straps. Hugely bare breasted, with large brown areolas and thick nipples, she added, “People been shipping out all day. It’s as if the rich guys know something we don’t.”

“Well,” I nearly stuttered at the sight of her perfect contours. I took in a breath to stabilize myself and went on, “I’m working on a hypothesis at the moment.”

“That and if we can get in a quick fuck before we ship out, right?” She smirked.

“You know me so well, my dear,” I responded without hesitance. “Yes, I’d like to fuck your brains out, but you’re so goddamn smart, I’ll never do that.”

“Baby, keep trying, because I’ll wear you out,” Roxy said with a wink. “By the way, I got a theory about all this I’ve been working on. Wanna share our thoughts on it?"

“I wanna hear it, my friend,” I took a sip of the thick heavy brew and sucked in a breath to enjoy the savor of the aroma and the taste. Not to mention of course the beautiful canvas she painted with her presence. Oh, to suck those big brown nipples, my infantile morphism could barely restrain the rest of me. “Then, we might want to get our boats out to sea. We should observe and get as much data as possible.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” she agreed with the lick of her lips. “Maybe take a quick break and let me fuck your brains, get our batteries recharged.”

“Oh my god, you’re wonderful, Rox,” I sighed heavily.

“Yeah, but looks like things are getting more chaotic,” Roxy surmised. “But, you know, doesn’t seem to affect most people, just a few. Maybe not, could be something spreading, and some are slow to react. I see more fear and panic than actual attacks. Hey, see that black SUV at the front gate?” she quizzed and pointed.

“I see it,” I told her. “Let me handle this. This vehicle looks familiar.”

A shiny black SUV entered through the main gate. Naturally, a configuration looked ominously official. More than likely, the car had reinforced suspension, bulletproof windows and armor plating. Inside, the occupants probably had an arsenal. The dark tinted reflective windows concealed the passengers. There was no doubt in my mind they were heavily armed and dangerous. I knew it was headed in my direction. Angled and slanted in front of my boat, the car was ready for a quick escape.

“Ahoy there, Captain Helm,” the front seat passenger called out, upon exiting the SUV. He wore a black suit, a black turtleneck shirt, and his head was shaved bald. Trim and fit, he wore an easy smirk, because he knew things. “Good morning.”

“Oh fuck, good morning, Rook, long time,” I said and held his stare.

“Sir, should we fan out and recon?” One of three men attired in summer khakis asked. “Comm is reporting increased activity in the surrounding area.”

“No, just hang tight, close and secure,” he said to three heavily armed.

“So, Ronin Rook, my old friend,” I started, “May I introduce, Ms. Rocky Dunes, my very good friend and neighbor. How nice of you to stop by. Coffee?”

“Ma’am, a pleasure,” Rook said with a bow and turned back to me.

“Likewise, I suspect, the pleasure is mutual,” Roxy said cordially.

“No thanks on the coffee, Helm,” Ronin said. "We need you.”

“I’ve heard that before. Something’s up, huh, Ronin?” I asked back. “What’s going on? Is this an accidental miscalculation of an experiment, or are we under attack?”

“Come back in and I will tell you,” Ronin said with a grin.

“Sounds like you need mercs for this,” I hinted. “Private contractors?”

“We’re off the books right now,” Ronin admitted. “But, hell is coming.” Without a word, he glanced back over his shoulder very slowly and came back to give me a cold stare. “See all that?” He pointed with a bulky muscular arm. “That’s only the beginning. Another couple of hours, endless media speculation and there will be anarchy.”

“Followed by martial law and god knows what else,” I agreed. “No doubt about it. People are devolving already. Won’t take much to tip the balance.” I held that icy gaze of his. The kind of look that skims the dark edges of psychosis. “Figured it was coming a long time ago. Ronin, the species is slowly going extinct. No much really matters.”

“You’re guess was good a few moments ago, Hal,” Ronin said on a first name basis. “Come back with the rank of colonel and I’ll tell you more.”

“Let me think about it,” I said with a sullen tone and looked at Roxy.

“Baby, you’re call,” she mused with a wink and adjust her micro-kini. Roxy took a sip of her coffee, crossed and uncrossed her legs sexily. “Maybe I can help.”

“I’ll get back to you, Ronin,” I told him because I had Roxy on my mind. And, her coming first came before anything could else come before that. With an anxious breath, pre-performance anticipation, I gave him half a salute. “We good?”

“Yeah, I’ll pass it up the chain,” he answered gruffly with a salute and they left.

As the spooks disappeared, tradecraft for spies and their mercs, I gently took Roxie by the hand and led her into cabin. Balancing our coffees, we secured ourselves inside for the time being. Outside, things were gradually changing beyond the normal scheme of day-to-day routine. I figured we had time for closer connection.

“You know, Roxy,” I started, “yes, it’s a strange day and people are getting dangerously in a panic. But, you’re looking terrific, Ms. Dunes.” Geezus, freshly oiled, toned and fit, shiny from top to bottom, she was a picture of nasty thoughts on my part. “We could compare notes on positional aerobics. Wanna do a workout?”

“We got time, why don’t I show you a new exercise position I’m practicing,” she whispered sensuously, reached over and grabbed a handful of my crotch. She had strong hands and a very fit body, toned from lifting weights and working out. “My goodness, I think you started without me. Getting a little thick in there.” With the tilt of her head, she added, “First come, first serve and baby I’ll make you cum.” Her long fingers quickly unzipped me and explored. “Yeah baby, it’s getting thick.”

“Sweetie, I love your hands on me,” I said with a sly gaze, as a surge of pleasurable excitement raced through my body. “I’ll suck on your clit till you explode.”

“Baby, you better be sucking all over me. Yummy, why don’t you start with one of these, honey,” she taunted with a deep guttural tone. “Suck me hard, baby.”

Roxie’s face sketched a sensual smile and an animated pucker of her plush puffy lips. To accentuate the effect, she gave me a sexy grin and whipped off her monokini. I nearly fainted. She grabbed the back of my head with a rough jolt; took a handful of hair, she pulled my face to her naked breast. Tanned, round as a beach ball, the heavenly scent of roses in a dew kissed garden, the big brown areola demanded my attention. Placing my lips on her nipple, she let out a gasp of and shuddered.

Without a moment’s hesitation, our bodies clung together. I sucked slowly at first, but then teased her succulent flesh mounting wildness. Hotly embracing, she stripped me, and my clothes were off in a flash. While I bent closer and sucked on her large puffy nipples, her hands skillfully worked my penis and balls. Pleasant shock waves surged through me. She arched her back and pushed her heaving chest into my face. We were naked and wrestling in the main stateroom in a matter of seconds.

Roughly, she pinned me to the bed and locked her legs around mine. Roxie enjoyed a good grappling match that always led to rowdy unbridled fucking. Her energetic physical level knew few limits, and her erotic inclinations had no bounds at all. She wanted to wrestle and tangle in tight ball of probing, thrusting and twisting.

Roxie flipped me and saddled herself on top. Holding me down, she dug her pink fingernails into the sides of my head. Back and forth, she moved my mouth to each breast. The harder I sucked, the wilder she got and wrapped her long legs under me to ensure no escape. Bouncing her hips, she pressed into my groin.

“Wow, you are amazing,” I muttered losing focus on a conscious level.

“Come on lover, chew on me, do it,” she demanded. “Suck me!”

“Oh my god, you taste so good,” I said and came up for air.

“Oh yeah baby, I love it when you suck my tits,” she panted. Her nice long fingers with sharp nails dug into the back of my head. “Now I want you to suck my clit.”

Pushing me down, my tongue slid the curvature of her stomach, over her navel and to the edge of her trimmed pubic mound. On the tiny strip of her pubis, little stubs of sandy brown hair tickled my warm kisses. No sooner did my lips touch the moistened thickness of her outer folds she began to moan. Her fists gripped my ears, while she thrusted her pelvis to my face. Rubbing up and down, Roxy slowly and methodically fucked my face with her pelvic gyrations. As she did that, my tongue explored her more deeply.

“You’re so delicious, I could suck you all day,” I said, slurped, suckled and became tongue and lip embraced on her clit. Mesmerized by her intense physicality, I muttered on the fringe of cumming on myself, “Oh my god, you taste so good.”

“Oh yessss, suck me, baby, lick me, taste me,” she whispered. “Oh god, fuck, that’s it, suck me off, baby, stick that tongue in me, do it, more, more, suck it.”

Her long lithesome legs wrapped around my head while she pumped herself on my tongue. Panting louder, with another quick maneuver, Roxie rolled to one side and pulled me over with her. Tucked in her leg lock, as though she was wrestling me into a submission hold, Roxy liked being on top during some occasions. It all depended on what she wanted at any given time or place, and she liked flexibility.

For good oral sucking on her vagina, she sometimes wanted the face sitting technique. On the other hand, or tongue or penis, when it came to a wild fucking, Roxie liked the bottom. She enjoyed having her vagina hammered from the top down with her legs opened wide and my cock buried as deep as possible. Now, she managed to get me under her, while she leaned forward and wiggled her pelvis in my face.

“Oh, love, I enjoy sucking your clit,” I muttered through her thighs. Her smooth shaved closeness made perfect lines of well-trimmed fleshiness. The lips of her opening were big, fleshy and thick. She was well-endowed and strong all over. “My god you’re amazing,” I muttered with excitement and felt hard. “Wow!”

“I wanna rub my pussy all over your face,” she said with shriek. “Oh, baby, you’re driving me insane, slurp my cunt, honey, taste my juices, make me cum.”

“Fucked hard,” she whispered with a raspy deep guttural tone. “I wanna be fucked hard.” Her hips jacked and shivered like a human vibrator. She was shaking with intense sensuality. “Lick me, suck me, oh fuck, bury that tongue, baby. Geezus! I’m gonna cum.” Her head rolled back and forth, she grit her teeth and moaned wildly. “Ah!”

Her throaty, deep groaning and primal panting smothered my face in joyous eruptions of pleasure. Riding me like horse on the gallop, I sucked her with intensity. Roxie fell forward and braced herself with both hands above my head. That delicious scent of her energized my senses beyond description. We often wondered how wonderfully delirious we got before, during and after sex. It often defies verbal expression.

“That’s it, honey, enjoy the glow,” I whispered as she fell to my side and moaned.

“Saddle up, baby, get on me now,” she said with warm smoldering syrupy hint. Roxie reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Damn, that’s nice. I want that big dick in my pussy, balls deep and bottomed out. I need to be fucked.”

“Oh god yes, I wanna fuck you long and hard,” I muttered back to her.

In a flash, she was under me and encircled all around me, her arms were over my neck pulled my face to hers. Lips locked, and tongues explored. Her legs clamped my hips, while her ankles locked together behind my back. Roxie made sure I was slammed deep into her and wasn’t about to let go. Her legs pumped my ass hard and fast.

Demanding and dominating, she sucked my tongue and bit my ear lobes. I always loved that part, while the kiss continued long and forceful. Tongues, taste and teeth tormented each other. Through the slippery wetness of each luscious mouthful, we savored each other and taunted without mercy. Hugging and tugging, the exhilaration intensified, as her body commanded all my energies with voracious hunger.

“Oh, damnit this is good,” Roxie murmured, groaned loudly and raked my back with red fingernails. Streaks lined my back in the wake of her torrid intensity. "Fuck me!”

Squirming, twisting and arching her back, she hunched upward, rubbing my dick against the tight inner flesh of her vagina. Sucking me deeper her heels slammed my butt with each downward thrust. I could feel her thick vaginal lips over the bulbous head of my penis. With each piston motion, sexual energies mounted to a volcanic climax.

“My god you’re amazing,” I whispered and held her tightly to feel the quivering press of her huge breasts against my chest. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me more…”

While I made smacking sounds licking and sucking her beautiful nipples, she rolled her head around and let out a long sigh. Panting ruthlessly, Roxie squealed as though possessed by a wild sex craved demon. Then, as my tongue gently licked her big brown areola, her long slender sensual fingers gripped my throat as if to choke me. I felt the tension on my throat, she held me tight and arched her hips at every thrust.

We both hit the edge of pleasure and were on the verge of cascading down the salacious waterfall of gushing sex. Sucking a breath in that instant, Roxie reached between us, grabbed my cock and jacked me at to the hilt, pulled my balls and rubbed the head at the entrance to her plump pubic mound. In and out, she played a game of hide and seek with my penis. Out mutually strong stamina reached the edge.

“Oh, fuck yeah, geezus, you feel so wonderful, sweetie,” she groaned deliriously. “Goddamnit, I needed this, whew, been dry for days. Fuck me…”

“Baby, my hot stuff,” I said softly into her ear, while my build got to the point of bursting. Jack hammering her vaginal depths, I muttered, “You’re incredible.”

“Oh, fuck…” she blurted and let out a long shrill squeal. “I’m cumming!”

"Do it, honey, do it, let it go,” I urged her and pounded her slow and easy.

“Get ready, honey,” she panted. Sweat drew glistening lines across her forehead. “I want that big load in my pussy,” she mumbled breathlessly. “Pump it, that’s it, love, jam that big head in my cunt. Do me, getting closer again,” she let out a yelp.

As I pushed and strained deeper, her legs tightened around my hips. Rolling back and forth and adjusting, she wanted me to stay locked on top. Her fingers dug into my ass, raked red lines across my butt cheeks. With a ferocious shove, while her hips slammed me from underneath, my cock felt like it hit bottom.

“Here it comes,” I huffed and felt my groin tense up.

“Give it to me, love, fill me up.” She pulled fearlessly to get me as deep as possible. My cock dug into her pubis and felt like an iron poker. Heated in the fiery furnace of her dripping fleshiness, my cock stretched her tightness. “Shoot that load, honey.”

“That’s it, baby, pull me in, squeeze me,” I moaned with delight.

“Oh yeah, do me, that’s my boy, fuck me,” she teased and toyed.

“Mmmmm, so delicious,” I stuttered between breaths. Hunched into her grip and luscious depths, I groaned and came with a furious explosion. “I’m cumming, love.”

“Oh my god, yeah, yeah, that’s it!” she screamed, bucked and bolted up and down, harpooned on my cock. Her head jerked from side to side. “Fuck! Damnit, geezus, I’m cumming hard, baby. Fuck me!” She yelled again. “Whew, at the same time.”

“Wow,” I mumbled, my mind, white-hot glaze, molten and sweet, like some hot baked pastry, with steaming aromatic coffee. “Geezus, Rox, you’re amazing.” My mind and body wanted to go on without stopping. “You feel so good,” I mumbled.

On the brink, almost over the edge, at that sensual line of bulging veins, strained grimaces and built up juices, the eruption was about to go off. Her muscular vagina held me firmly in place, while I slid in and out. Sweating, panting and groaning with unbridled pleasure, we fucked each other furiously. Back and worth we pushed madly at each other. Side to side, grinding and thrusting, there was no ending to beauty of fucking.

“Baby, oh my god, it’s close,” she whispered, bit my ear and kissed my face. “Wait, there, right there, oh, oh, that’s it, here it comes, it’s coming...”

“Uh, we are, cumming at the same time, beautiful,” I said and held her tightly.

The explosion sent us both into a near death experience. For a moment, I thought I came twice, maybe three times, at least that, as my cum shot successive jolts into her. Deep inside, her thick, hot and gripping muscles tightened like a steel vice. She milked my cock to get every drop. Still throbbing, pumping, twitching, she wrapped me up, and consumed my whole essence within her exploding and powerful sensuality.

As we cuddled and hugged, sweat glued us together, as we oozed and dripped warm bodily fluids. The heated flood from pubis to thigh was a comforting drizzle we shared intimately. For seemingly endless moments, we soaked up the warmth of our nakedness, and uninhibited freedom to lay intertwined flesh to flesh.

“Uh huh, oh wow...” she muttered pleasantly. “That was good, my dear.”

“Always, with you, Rox, never a dull moment,” I said with a drained sigh.

Outside, the noise came first. A blast, somewhere nearby, sounded the familiar echo of an explosion. Something about a Fourth of July detonation. This was different. Immediately, sound waves shifted, and the boat took the vibration with an abrupt shift on its moorings. Crackling and crumbling, screams and panic, animated the chaos and ensuing local anarchy. For a few second, the boat bumped against the dock.

“What the fuck, Hal?” Roxie blurted. “Talk about a bang.”

“Yeah, no kidding, that’s weird, but not unexpected,” I answered and leaped out of the bed. “Oh my god, you’re hot and sexy.” I gave her a longing glance. “The big bang theory has lots of possibilities. We need to check this out.”

Quickly, we dressed. My usual tan and blue, cotton slacks and button-down oxford, with beige and brown deck shoes, contrasted with her green sandals and red microkini. An instant later, we were on the rear deck of my boat. Scanning the periphery, all hell was breaking lose. People ran madly through the streets, while a growing crowd amassed outside the front gates of the CT marina. My next thought, where was my gun?

“Got your gun, Hal?” Roxie asked quietly, as she held my elbow. She carefully scanned the parking lot. “Yeah, I know, my suspicious nature, I dated cops.” Roxie adjusted the thong that tucked between her ample butt cheeks. “Love cops.”

“And, that’s a good thing,” I commented and watched. A moment ago, I snatched my pistol from underneath the bed. It was a Glock .45 subcompact. “Smoke from the bank building across the street. Looks like fire, black could, probably a bomb.”

“What do you think?” She asked and put her arm on my shoulder. Roxie was taller than me. “Time to weigh anchor, get offshore, create some space?”

“You betcha, gorgeous,” I agreed and let my arm hug her waist and pull her close. “Yeah, let’s fire up the engines and get over to Pelican Island. It’s a county park. We can get our plan together.” I gave her wink. “You okay with guns, ammo, supplies?”

“You bet, baby,” she said gleefully and kissed my forehead. “I’m well-supplied.”

“Oh yeah, you got the best assets around,” I noted with a big smile.

Wow, what a woman. She exhausted me. No complaints here. Bright, charming, sexy, mentally and physically fit, fully capable of anything, Roxie made a good partner. Full of sexual energy, she was fired up and got that boat launched in no time. Looking like a warrior out of dystopic movie, Roxie sported a k-bar survival knife and a 9mm pistol. Wrapped around her waist, the knife and gun were holstered in olive drab web gear.

With that, I watch her amazingly sexy form giggle and wiggle off the boat and over to hers. Like a lithe agile gazelle, those long sensuous legs took her swiftly to her boat. In the next moments, I got the old Double D fired up and idling, moorings secured, and electronics activated. My pistol was on my side, I quickly did an inventory from rations to weapons. Solar panels and sat phone were standing by.

She appeared on deck at her console completely naked. Her purposeful tan lines added a sexy hint to her light bronze skin tone. I shook my head approvingly and chuckled. Roxie blew me a kiss and gave thumbs up. Calmly, we eased out of the Clam Tow and headed into the intercostal waterway. She put on a radio communication headset and fiddled with controls. At the same time, Panic animated around us. I glanced over to her as she took the lead and looked back to where she pointed. It was not a pretty picture.

“G-string to Double D, over,” Rocky radioed to me.

“Gotcha, G-string, looking good, over,” I signed back to her.

“Keep a steady stiff steady rhythm, Double D,” she answered. “Fuck you soon.”

“Roger that, hot stuff, poking that portal hole very soon,” I replied.

The smog came. A haze lingered over the town. That was unusual. Was it a psychosomatic purge? A government experiment gone wrong. I mean a secret agency operation of the clandestine federal government. Not the political side of things. Most politicians are not that intelligent, just the intelligence community is very intelligent. From my experience in that world, this did not have those indicators. And, my old pal the Rook indicated as much by what he said and how he said it when he said it.

Leaving the camel tow setting of Clam Tow, something dark happened. Chaos in the streets, an angry crowd forcing their way into the marina, as anarchy unfolded in this once upscale seaside town. Everyone panics in a crisis, especially rich people. Something bad started a social firestorm frolicking in dangerous stupidity. It was a Fourth of July gone mad. People were acting stranger than the standard every day foolishness.

An atmosphere of narcissistic self-indulgence brewed for decades. A sissy nation had devolved. After all, this was the age of negativism, mean politics, guilty until proved not so innocent, conviction by false accusation, persecution by association, with the mass dumbing down of society. In addition, maybe Mother Nature was pissed. Perhaps the ancient fire thief stole the flame again and gave it to the wrong humans. Out there in the streets, people were acting as though possessed by a violent aggressive force.

“G-string to Double D, over,” Dunes raised me on the comm-link.

“I see them, G-string, be careful, they have no idea what they are doing,” I let her know and watched two luxury sailboats crash into each other. “That’s not good.”

“Geezus, idiots, I mean what the fuck,” she blurted out with radio static.

As soon as she said that, an explosion erupted on Main Street in front of the marina. As the Double D cruised slowly out of the harbor, people on other boats panicked as usual. You always expect that at least 75% will do primal things. Most people are simply oblivious and will be dangerous by virtue of their stupidity. That is why I remain in solitude and away from the public as much as possible.

I never had any doubt the human species was in a state of devolution. Now, for the other 25%, there is the possibility of survival. Not many can be counted on to be smart about much of anything, let alone a crisis. To that end, most people are going to be stupid no matter what. Chaos set in quickly, along with its twin anarchy. In the uproar, boats collided and wreckage blocked parts of the intercostal channel.

Some of the vessels caught on fire, as others ran aground. People yelled and screamed while others started fights across bows of their boats. Everybody for themselves and nobody for the community. Seemed like the only ones keeping a clear head about them were cops and fire fighters. You always have the first responders, the emergency services people who are the true heroes in a disaster. All you can do is try to survive.

“Yeppers, no doubt about it, Roxy,” I radioed back to her via my headset and steadied the Double D on a heading into the intercostal channel. “Keep your head down.”

“Roger that, baby,” she signal over the crackle of radio interference. “The shooting has starting, along with the looting. It’s madness, like a virus.”

“A virus?” I answered abruptly. For a second, maybe more, I was distracted when flashers her huge tits at me. Damn, she was hotter than the explosive going off. “Well, that’s and interesting idea. But, some aren’t affected like others, like us.”

Like her, I was naked too. Nudity was a great way to be free. It was like an act of liberation. We felt good going nude on our boats. I still had her wet essence on my penis and in the hairy patch around my groin. The tip of my cock still glistened with her presence. That was a sexy thing. And, in the midst of a pre-apocalypse, I was getting another erection at the sight of her. My cock dangled semi-erect while I steered.

“You’re looking good over there hot stuff,” she radioed.

“You look out of this world, marvelous, a delicious sight to behold, I answered. Comforting, I thought to have a close friend like her. “Contagion?” I spoke into the mic. “You might be onto something. You still got that hazmat gear I gave you?”

“Like a good army ranger, roger that,” she teased back immediately.

“You can rope me any day,” I replied and watched her take her boat into the bay.

“Baby, I’ll tie you up, you’ll never get loose and more,” she nakedly tossed back at me. “Let’s get out of here and set up our defensive measures.”

“Interesting idea. The rope tying, I mean.” I sucked in a breath and let out long exhale. “Let’s work on your theory, Ms. G-String,” I noted half teasing. “If a bio-weapon, then how was it delivered and why isn’t everyone affected? It’s selective.”

“Yep, my wonderful cocksman, we’re unaffected so far,” she added and led us into the open waters and headed toward the island rendezvous. “Keep up.”

“You good to go defensively?” I asked her wanting to know about weapons.

“You betcha, hot stuff,” she replied in a sexy way. “You know I’m a card carrying NRA member, right?” She blew me another kiss from her helm. I admired her big bosom, her fit figure and her wits. She would survive no matter what. Her copper toned essence answered. “Roger that, how about you? You gotta plenty of girthy stuff over there?”

“Affirmative,” I answered and kept an eye out for idiots in boats. “Let’s go silent.”

“You betcha, hot stuff,” she murmured back in a lower tone. “Watch your six.”

“I’m watching yours,” I teased instantly. Geezus, what an ass.

No sooner had I said that, and boaters began to crash into each other. It appeared they did it on purpose, as though mad cow or maybe mad sea cow disease has set in. instead, it was the usual selfish intent of people quick to use the moment for their own benefit. Nothing is without purpose or intention, all is premeditated. She was right when she said the shooting started and crashes have begun. People will do bad things.

Back in the streets, the marina compound was overrun. Bodies were scattered all over the parking lot. Blood flowed freely, and anarchy became the rule of law. Now compromised, the C-T marina was the scene of warring factions. In a way, haves versus the have-nots. While people fought over property, a helicopter tried to land. A corporate craft, apparently some CEO wanted a fast getaway. Such was not to be.

On my console, I flipped a switch; a robotic camera whirred amid ship over the cabin. Panning and tilting, the lens zoomed in and out to capture the sequence of unfolding events. Especially, the helo disaster that was about to occur. As the red chopper descended, a fat, no more like obese guy waddled from his yacht.

As a side note, a quick observation, when I saw a good-looking woman alongside some fat, bloated, pompous arrogant asshole, and my thoughts usually wanted to know why. What was up with that? Of course, there are multiple answers and all of those get back to the fundamental hedonism of the human being. What is in it for them? Moreover, how is it working for them? Who gets on top? Who fucks up and who fucks down?

Do they fuck a lot or not at all? Therein resides the problem. Without a healthy sex life, there is always going to be strife. An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away. You look around and see so many uptight people. Afraid of their own skin, they project from within the divisiveness of that which is about to begin. For all those pretentious accolades of self-righteousness, in the end, no one cares. What are they getting in the exchange? Sometimes not so good. Other times, it is the material goods.

In particular, this fat guy was prominent, wealthy and corrupt. Groping young babes, feeling up asses, and trying to fuck minors on his yacht. In actuality, his bloated immaturity ensured his penile shortcomings. Thinking of that, I watched as the wife chased him to the chopper. She was hot running in red spiked heels and microkini to the helo. She liked all the wealth and glitter as well as good sex, but not with him.

As her nicely well-rounded lovely big ass jiggled, I recalled nailing that butt several times. Damn she was good. For a moment, I wished I could help her. Yet, without a blink, I quickly disposed of that idea. You make your choices. To no avail, my efforts would not change things. Human turbulence overwhelmed the moment. It is all fun and games until the cow pies hit the fan, and flakes of fodder cloud the air.

The overcast of the fog that came today, created the excuse for the madness. In the next second, several men and women tackled her. They had succumbed to the lunacy of their devolving intentions. Fat boy left her behind, while they tore her from limb to limb, as if anciently drawn and quartered by some draconian sense of justice.

With blood and flesh dripping from their jowls, they pursued the fat man. Perhaps it was best to let nature takes it course. Maybe the planet was trying to tell us something. After all, earth has been here for a long time without us. Cruising steadily out to sea, I watched him run for the chopper. His aircraft hovered above the crowd. Immediately, the bloated tycoon jumped up trying to catch it and missed. Abruptly, the helo pulled away, as the horde pounced on their new feast. So, the fog came one day.