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"I wish I could lay out a step-by-step plan that will assure you that I have our future well mapped out, but the truth is that there are too many variables for such precise planning," I told Amanda as we sat looking out over our little valley. "All I've got to offer is an idea of what we may have to work with and what we can do with it."
"Okay," she said, leaning her head upon my shoulder. "That's better than what I've got now."
"All right," I said, taking a deep breath. God, I hoped she was ready for this. "For the foreseeable future, we live in a land of plenty. That is to say that the society that just died left us a whole hell of a lot to work with. Granted, there are expiration dates on some of it. Processed food, fuel for the vehicles, ammunition for the weapons, and medicines, to name just a few. For some of those, we have backups. The horses we can use for transportation, but we need to do as much heavy hauling as we can before the fuel runs out. For now, we can grow our own food, and in the future we can either make a deal with farmers in the valley west of the mountains, or grab some of that San Joaquin Valley land for ourselves, to do our own farming. We have a lot of ammunition, but with all the automatic weapons we've got, one big campaign can deplete that, so let's hope we don't have to do much fighting. When that's gone, we're reloading brass, then using bows and arrows, unless we learn how to make our own gunpowder, cartridges, and bullets."
I paused and studied her face for a moment. All I found there was interested attention. That was a good sign.
"We also have some assets that maybe no one's thought of, if we can take advantage of them. The biggest is all that scrap metal that's just laying around out there."
"Scrap metal?" Amanda started to ask, before comprehension dawned, "Oh yeah! All those abandoned vehicles..."
"Yep," I nodded. "At first, we may only be able to make stuff from the pieces by cutting, bending, sharpening, etc., but it means that, at least, we're still in the iron age. On the other hand, if we work it right, we might actually be able melt it down and make new stuff from it. Stuff that's more appropriate to our emerging society."
"That's going to take fuel, and most of that's going to be gone or deteriorated beyond usefulness in a couple of years," Amanda returned.
I was glad she was thinking along those lines, but I had something else up my sleeve.
"Fuel," I nodded, "or electricity..."
"Electricity?"
"You do realize that we live a few miles from three enormous hydroelectric dams, don't you?" I watched comprehension dawn over her lovely features before continuing. "Hoover Dam alone can generate two gigawatts. Add 120 and 240 megawatts from Parker and Davis Dams, and you have enough electricity to air condition the entire Mojave Desert. More to the point, if we can control it, we would have enough power to operate a number of carbon arc smelters."
"Damn!" Amanda exclaimed, hugging me a bit tighter, "I was thinking in terms of how to feed a bunch of kids, and here you are planning how to get us back to the twenty-first century!"
"Well, the twentieth century, anyway," I smiled, returning her embrace. "We've got a long way to go to catch up on developing semiconductors and modern battery technology. That's why I want to collect as much technical literature as we can, and store it in the mine. We may not need it immediately, but our children and grandchildren might."
"Hell, at this rate, we won't have to drop back far in time at all," she mused. "If we can keep electricity going and find enough spare parts, we can probably keep computers up long enough to help us design their replacements."
"There are several similar races we're going to have to win for that to happen," I told her, nodding in agreement. "We need to learn how to maintain the power plants and dams before they break down. We need to develop an alternative to petroleum fuel before it runs out, or at the least make sure we've got everything in place to do it before we have to use horses and burros for hauling. If the additives we picked up at that truck stop near Westley work, we might be able to use refined fuel for ten years or so, but we'll need to find more additives, and frankly, I'd just as soon develop alternatives instead. If we can avoid building another petroleum dependent society, we'll be better off in the long run. Oh, and we also need to make sure the water keeps flowing in the pipeline we're stealing it from."
"Stealing it from?" Amanda asked quizzically.
"The water coming down the mountains is not from an artesian source, and these mountains aren't high enough to accumulate a snow pack. Since that water is so vital to our existence, I wanted to know where it came from, and asked Matt to do a little investigating."
"I still don't get the connection."
"Patience, my dear. Matt found where the water was coming from the mountain and draining down into the catch basin, but something about it didn't look right, so he did a little digging near the source, and found a pipe. He followed it back down the southeastern slope of the mountains and found a camouflaged pump, but..." I held up a hand to forestall her interruption, "instead of pumping water out of the ground, it was connected to another piece of pipe. Following that, he came upon one of the water mains that feeds water from one of the dams on the Colorado to points west, presumably LA or Palm Springs. Apparently Archie tapped into that pipe in a place where the diversion wasn't likely to get much attention."
"Oh, well, that explains a lot, but what's powering that pump?"
"The power grid. We've been pretty busy, but have you noticed that Archie's backup generator hasn't kicked in yet? According to Sandeep, the dams on the Colorado are still generating power that's feeding the grid in the area around them. If we can keep them operating, and learn how to operate the distribution equipment, we should have power for the foreseeable future."
"Wow! I've been dreading the time when we'll have to depend on fire for cooking. The prospect of using cow chips for fuel just didn't appeal to me. I think I'll make it my personal mission to see to it that we keep those power plants running."
"Well, as I said, that's what we have to work with. As a backup, we might also look at the big solar generation plant that's somewhere near Palm Springs, but that's a secondary source."
"Do you suppose we could use that power to trade for stuff from other groups that might form?"
:"I think that if we can keep it going, we ought to provide it for free. It's hard to defend and trying to keep it to ourselves would tend to piss people off. I think if we make it available to anyone who wants it, we generate goodwill and avoid making enemies we don't need. Not only that, it becomes everyone's best interest to keep it going, so we shouldn't have to expend much energy trying to protect the dams, power plants, transmission lines, substations, etc."
"Well, okay, but if we're going to be trading with other groups, what have we got to offer?"
"Ourselves," I answered. "If we succeed in our efforts to become the power no one wants to mess with, we can trade security to others, and, as we have with the tribes, training. That's to begin. In the future, we should be able to trade metal and metal products, and, quite possibly, knowledge. Which reminds me, we need to get started planning our next shopping trip."
"Not tonight, okay?" Amanda said softly, leaning into me. "We've got this beautiful view, and this lovely starlit night, I'm sure we can think of something else to do..."
"Hmm," I answered, nuzzling her ear as her hand slipped into my pants. "What did you have in mind?"
My penis already knew what she had in mind, or at least had its own ideas, and by the time her hand found me, I was well on the way to erection.
"Well, I was kind of hoping to get a little more of this tonight," she purred, nipping at my adam's apple.
"I'm more than willing, but if we do it the way you usually like it, the whole valley's going to hear us." My own hand had slipped under her shirt and found one perfect breast, lightly pinching the nipple to hardness.
"I don't really care what people hear," she sighed, arching her back to thrust her breast into my palm, "but I had something a little softer in mind tonight..."
"Too late!" I interrupted, referring to the condition of my erection.
"... a little gentler and more appropriate to the occasion," Amanda continued, ignoring my attempt at humor.
"Oh, well, in that case," I said, working at the buttons of her fatigues, "I know just the thing!"
Fatigues are not the best choice of clothing if you're planning on having sex, but I managed to get them off of her, exposing her pale, seemingly frail, body to the moonlight.
"Beautiful!" I couldn't help but whisper as I lowered her to the blanket. The moon- and starlight seemed to give her body an ethereal glow that only enhanced its loveliness. I removed my boots and stood to get out of my own clothing.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, kneeling between her slender legs. "The last time we tried making love..."
"The last time," she answered softly, "I didn't know you, and I didn't know I loved you."
Without another word, I took one small foot in my hands and kissed the delicate ankle. Using tongue, lips, and teeth, I worked my way slowly down the silky skin of that slender limb until, many minutes later, my nose was buried in the crease between thigh and pubic mound. Amanda's breathing, by that time, was getting very heavy, and it was all I could do to keep from smashing my nose on her pubic bone as she strove to draw every ounce of pleasure from my manipulations.
She cried in frustration when, instead of continuing on to her mound, I stopped and picked up the other foot. This time, I began with the toes, treating each to a loving tongue bath, even sucking them into my mouth from time to time. I have never had a fetish for feet, but as I ministered to hers, I thought it might have a place in my life, after all. I avoided her sole, just in case her tickle reflex was active, and instead, worked up the top and side of her foot to her ankle. As I reached the soft, relaxed muscle of Amanda's calf, I took a chunk of it in my mouth and gave it a good nip, sending a jolt up her spine to drive a gasp of surprise from her mouth.
Returning to lips and tongue as my main weapons, I made my way slowly down that lovely leg, finding it harder and harder to maintain contact as I once again approached her junction. By now, both legs were raised and widely spread as Amanda offered herself to my tongue. Before accepting the invitation, I took a moment to give the tender flesh of her inner thigh a quick, sharp nip.
Her reaction this time told me just how close she was to her peak. I knew she wouldn't last much longer so I decided to take the edge off a little. Gently, I parted the sparse black hair around her labia, and slowly inserted a finger into the moist interior. An urgent pump of Amanda's hips told me when it reached the spot I was looking for. My finger lightly stroked her G-spot as the tip of my tongue sought her clit, flicking lightly up and down its sheathed length, but lingering only occasionally at the exposed tip.
The desired effect was not long in coming. Amanda's hips arched upward as her body bridged between shoulders and heels, then settled, shuddering, back onto the blanket. I held my position relative to hers, not daring to stimulate the oversensitive nerve endings, but loathe to leave her. As her body calmed, I began slowly building the tension, once again.
"God, Gavin!" my lover gasped. "Can't you give a girl a moment to catch her breath?"
"Sure, sweetheart," I replied, my voice muffled by her body. "Just let me finish what I'm doing..."
I continued my ministrations, but stopped, this time, well short of her climax. My erection was ready for action, but I paused once again to appreciate the lovely picture of this beautiful, lusty lady, laid out like a banquet before me. I knee-walked between Amanda's thighs and positioned myself at her opening. It seemed impossible that such a tiny aperture could admit a shaft the size of mine, but it had, a number of times, so I started slowly pushing inward, intent on taking the time to savor every tight, wet millimeter of my advance. My lover was having none of it.
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