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"Peabody here (dog genius), and this is my boy Sherman. Say hello, Sherman."
"Hello," said Sherman. "Where and when are we going today, Mr. Peabody?"
"Set the Wayback Machine for Cairo, Egypt and the year 1916, Sherman. We're off to visit Lt. T. E. Lawrence of the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way) and in less time than it takes to tell it we were standing outside Lieutenant Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the presence of the illustrious army officer.
"I say, chaps! How do I look?" Lt. Lawrence said. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw.
"You look lovely," I finally ventured to say. "Are you on your way to a costume ball?" Standing in front of a full length mirror, Lt. Lawrence was attired in an Egyptian belly dancer costume. It looked really quite fetching on him.
"Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want me to organize the Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters, the Ottoman Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arab blokes' attention before I can pitch the sale. Watch this." The British army officer turned the crank on a Victrola a few revolutions and set a record to playing a lively Middle Eastern dance tune. He struck a seductive pose and began to sway his hips and undulate his belly in time to the drum beat. I could tell he'd had a lot of practice and acquitted himself quite well in his performance. I thought about placing a protective paw over Sherman's eyes but his glasses were already fogged up so it was just as well. The lieutenant finished his dance routine with a dizzying whirl and a spectacular split. Sherman and I applauded appreciatively and threw coins of the local currency his way.
"That's not even my best material," said Lt. Lawrence as he rushed about picking up the coins. "Just watch those wankers flock to me."
"I'm sure you'll get all the attention you could possibly want," I replied, "but it's bound to be the wrong type of attention."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're more likely to wind up as a sheikh's harem girl rather than the leader of a guerilla force in a getup like that."
"That wouldn't be so bad," said Lawrence and his eyes took on a dreamy look. He then looked guiltily at me and cleared his throat. "I, uh, see what you mean. I guess I've wasted a lot of time and money on costumes and lessons."
"Not necessarily," I said in an effort to console him. "Perhaps you could do stag parties and smokers after you complete your main mission. In the meantime, why don't you consider wearing something a little more modest... and a little less feminine?"
"Jolly good idea! I have just the thing," Lt. Lawrence cried and scurried behind a changing screen. In no time at all he reappeared in a completely different outfit.
"Gosh, Mr. Peabody," said Sherman. "The Arab fighters will never accept Lt. Lawrence as their leader if he dresses like that."
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I stepped out on the roof of the building. Bianca had sent me to get Professor James. I wondered if he would mind being called PJ. "Hey, Professor!" I called out. He stood at the edge of the roof facing the street. I preferred the river view since zombies couldn't walk on water. "We're ready to go." "So Bianca settled on you being her errand boy," he said smiling. I walked to his side to get a look down at the street. Not a lot of zombies. Too bad! "Much better than Stephen and...
"Wake him up!" "What are you doing?" "Hurry! Jewel and Ashley have been gone for a half-hour!" "Stop that!" "Miguel ... Miguel!" "I said cut that shit out, bitch!" "Fuck you, asshole!" Bianca's voice sounded angry. Scared! Bianca was scared? The blonde went toe to toe with werewolves! Granted, with a shotgun in hand, but the werewolf had teeth and didn't go down from one well-placed bullet so same difference. "Stop it!" "Stop kicking her!" Joey! Someone shook me....
I opened my eyes, seeing a white ceiling did not make me happy. "Fuck me!" "Miguel." Ashley and Jewel knelt down at my side. "Are you okay?" "I'm not dead," I said. "What?" Ashley asked. Her eyes were confused. "I'm not dead." "No," Ashley said. "Drink some water." Jewel slipped a hand under my head and put a cup to my mouth. My tongue felt like someone scraped it clean with sandpaper. I drank some before pulling away from Jewel's hand. I wasn't fucking dead....
The second handjob wasn't the end of the night. We had to stop the roof action though because Ashley told me the Professor and his wife would be up soon. "Uh!" I said. "Didn't we fuck up our guard duty?" "Nah!" Ashley replied. "We're only here to keep an eye on the street. The zombies aren't a problem as long as a large group doesn't head directly at the door. We can hear the werewolves coming, so they're not a problem either. It's also not like any survivors are going to be...
Sex smells or so I'd heard without quite understanding why it would matter. If sex doesn't stink like rotten eggs or stale piss, who gives a fuck? If it does, take a fucking shower! I didn't smell anything and I'd had a lot of sex that morning and mid-afternoon. A LOT OF SEX! The girls were taking a shower. I was hoping there would be enough hot water or just plain water for me to take one too. I'd never been the active type so the dried sweat thing got old fast. I could have taken care...
Rape? Reluctance? Submission? Willingness? Bianca fought, hard enough that Jewel and Ashley had to restrain her a few times. She made no attempt to hurt me though! When the pleasure got intense, she moved with me. Bianca paid her first night of debt, but there was more to it than balancing the sheet with Ashley. The next day, our lunch was more relaxed than any meal we had up to that point. Lorena prepared a small feast of pork and yellow rice. There was a celebratory air to the group!...
I didn't talk to them the next morning; grabbing food, nodding to Joey, and walking outside had to be enough for now. Ashley hadn't exactly bought them my good graces; she did make me think though ... after she fell asleep! She wanted to make sure I understood the change to our relationship so I got a couple more rides in her ass. She was uncomfortable but didn't let me take her pain away. She wanted to feel it, to know she'd done her best to convince me that I'd wake her up if I decided...
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Pretty food is easy to get used to. Towers of rice. Chicken cut in mechanically even strips. Little bowls of beans. Breakfast can be especially cute! It's something about the colors: white, yellow, brown, red, and orange. "You need to make a show of power," the Professor said as he sat down. John-John took the seat on my other side. "Really?" I asked. "Can't I have breakfast in peace? I had a good night, guys. Jewel has this leather bikini thing, except there's nothing covering the...
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If the knocking was less of an attempt to kick down the door, I would have ignored it. "What?" I yelled. Ashley shook her head at me as she opened the door. An older man and Crystal ran in. "We have a problem!" they yelled. The way they looked at each other led me to believe WE had two different problems. "Out of the way!" John-John yelled to the people standing in front of my door. Joey, Elizabeth, John-John, Bianca, and Mr. Valence ran into the room. They were carrying the Left...
"Ashley needs you at the Tea Party," Jewel said to me. She wore a very short red dress, which clung for dear life to her ass and hips. She did a slow turn for me when she noticed my attention. With her back to me, Jewel raised the bottom of her dress far enough for me to see the black thong. "Tea party?" I asked. "If you're going to fuck her, can you do it on the couch? I'm working here," the Professor said without looking up from his papers. Jewel coughed. "I'm sorry," the...
"Do you remember when I said--we love you and those with the inclination are in love with you?" Brian asked me. He was holding up a dime that had been reduced by four half-moon bullet cutouts. I raised an eyebrow at him. The Bus Terminal was only a couple of blocks from the town's indoor shooting range. Considering the zombies habit of attacking anything they heard, practicing in the range made more sense than on the roof of the warehouse. "I'm in love with you," he said. John-John...
I watched Bianca walk into my suite. She wore a floor-length wine colored dress. "You want to touch?" she asked. I reached out and ran my hand over her hip. The dress looked and felt like velvet. I smiled and stared up at her. "Not as soft as your skin." "You don't have to try this hard," she said, sitting across the table from me. "I'm a sure thing tonight!" Marina poured a glass of wine for Bianca. Putting the bottle on the table, Marina knelt a few feet away. Elizabeth was on...
I guess the thought of losing the accumulated knowledge of humanity lit a fire under the Professor. He even put together a hunting party to go into other professors' homes to raid their book collections. The books filled several trucks. I hoped it would be enough, like I hoped what Bianca had done to prepare for our departure was enough too. I smiled--we were saved!!! I wasn't the only one smiling. The uniforms were so pretty, at least on some of the soldiers. A few of the men looked a...
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