A week later the liquor was all gone. That was over a month ago. The only way to make more would be to ferment some of the small stock of remaining gr...ain. And that is reserved for a seed stock if we survive long enough to repopulate the surface. High above the cavern the Cobalt-Thorium clock keeps its irregular count. In the early days the count decreased rapidly dropping by a point every day. Two months later the ticks came only every other day and two months after that it was once every. Later, shifting up my body again his head stopped at my nipples. Ulf suctioned my left nipple into his wet greasy mouth, before he commenced nibbling on my pink teat. As he bit I wanted to push his head away, but knew that I dare not do so. I was completely at his mercy and would have to endure any torture he meted out. I was about to gasp when he released my tender nipple, before moving to the other one. As I howled his growling became ever louder. Pushing my arms out on either side of me, his. " She doesn't talk about it, but I do see her moving slowly, and she doesn't bend well. I guess you're right..." I think it's better that way. Stay there just like you've been doing. Our evenings are ours together. The occasional overnight..." Like this weekend?" she chirped brightly. "Friday and Saturday?" Yeah, I think that will work." And just maybe a night during the week every now and then? I mean, if we find out that we can actually SLEEP together." Okay. But let's keep your gramma's. "Your capri pants will be fine and a t-shirt will be fine. Panties ofcourse."That's not too bad I think."Oh, and nylons too."Damn. From a distance I will just be male who likes to flirt withambiguity, but up close anybody will see my nylons. Kinda embarrassing.However I know not to argue. I get myself ready, and get into the car.Dan makes me carry a red shoulder bag which although it would certainlybe too femme for most guys to carry, is not obviously a woman's bag.Soon it is clear we are.