Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
She can’t see Murr from her vantage point, but of course she knew he was two steps behind me. In the last few weeks that have passed, it’s become increasingly obvious that Murr is interested in me in a “more than friends” sort of way. He never grabs me and kisses me in front of the others, but the way he looks at me makes it clear that we’re…something.
I’m not entirely sure what. All we do is kiss and sleep together. Initially, that worked great for me because I don’t need a baby with our future so uncertain, and there’s no birth control available. Kissing suits me just fine.
Mostly.
Except that it never goes beyond kissing, and sometimes I wonder if I’m not giving out the right signals. Or should I even be sending signals? Maybe he thinks hot, buttery kisses are the norm between a man and a woman and I should expect nothing more? How does one even broach that subject? Couldn’t help but notice that while we were tonguing, you didn’t really squeeze my tits or go for anything below the belt. Is that a cultural thing or a me thing?
I’ve been leaving it all alone since we’ve been making preparations for “Just In Case.” In the last month, I’ve been trying to think of everything possible for just in case Curtis comes back. Or just in case the nearby fort sends people to look for solar panels. Or just in case more strangers show up.
Or just in case Murr gets tired of taking care of all of us and leaves one day.
I have to be ready for every situation, because it’s not just me depending on him for, god, far too many things. Aggie and Dottie are vulnerable. Rabbit is vulnerable. We’ve got the cats and now Stella and her jillion puppies to think about. We’ve fallen off on scavenging for food since he makes it so readily available, and I’ve exchanged that for scavenging for supplies to turn our bookstore into a mini fortress. We’ve got weapons inside and barbed wire on the perimeter. We’ve got booby traps set up in a few strategic places. We’ve got dummies in wigs stationed in a few cars just in case it might fool someone.
I want to be ready for anything, because I want to survive. If that means surviving with a broken heart, I want to be able to handle it. So it’s easier, sometimes, not to ask. I head for my new ‘room’ in the bookstore, in the back section where the children’s books are. I blow out the candle and set it down on a nearby table, and when Murr puts his arms around me and kisses my neck, I tell myself not to ask for more.
Maybe it’s a good thing that kisses are all I’ll ever get.
CHAPTER 52
MURR
The next morning is extremely cold. Even I, who am not usually bothered by the weather here, find it uncomfortable. My limbs in my two-legged form feel the pinch of the chill. I offer to make a fire inside the bookstore for the humans so they can warm themselves in the shelter, but they do not want to burn anything inside. It must be outside, and so windbreaks are propped up around the fire and folding chairs are set closer to the firepit than usual.
“You need pants,” Dakota says as we stand near the fire just outside. She holds her hands out to the flame, warming them as she eyes me. “I don’t like the thought of you catching a chill.”
“Is that something dragons get?” Rabbit asks, curious. She does not have as many layers on as Aggie and Dottie. I do not think they will be spending much time by the fire today. Already the elder females look miserable, and Aggie has mentioned that she wants to spend her time with Stella and the new puppies.
They need warm food for their bellies. “I good.”
“I am good,” Rabbit corrects.
“I am good,” I echo, then make a wing flapping motion. “Dragon soon. Go hunt for meat.”
“Pants would probably just get in the way,” Dakota says thoughtfully.
“He needs stripper pants,” Dottie says. “The ones with the velcro.”
“What are stripper pants?” Rabbit asks, giggling. Her eyes are wide.
I am curious about this, too.
Dottie shrugs and continues moving her sticks and yarn. Nee-ting, I think it is called. She chuckles to herself. “Back in the Before, there were men that took their clothes off for money. The pants they wore had velcro all down the sides and so they’d just reach down and pull, and their clothes would come right off instantly!”
Rabbit squeals with laughter.
“This good,” I say. I am still not entirely certain on the concept of man-ee or whatever vel-cro is, but pants that come off instantly seem logical to me. “I want stripper pants.”