"George, you were elected leader six months ago. Here's a chance to lead." She chuckled.George now said, "Welcome to Port Lavaca. We call ourselves La...vacans now. We fish, farm, and refine gas for our boats and vehicles. Our story is simple. We were here before the Day and survived the virus. We have taken some people in over the years but it's tough to get through Houston. We're big enough that they don't bother us and we try not to bother them. It's not a great solution but it seems to have. I’ve also seen you despair of things, like today, and you wonder if you should go on living. I don’t know what to tell you to help you to push the despair away, especially as Christmas and that day approaches, none of us do. But I ask you to seriously think on these matters before you make any decisions.” She stops, and gulps while I study her. “Your family died. Out of that you became a lot richer. You moved to America because you needed to change your surroundings. The new wealth you have. You know, the kind where the couple's car breaks down and some freak in a hockey mask butchers the screaming girlfriend with various garden tools. I smiled to myself at the thought of that bitch being attacked with a set of pruning shears. Naw, I wasn't bitter at all.As I rounded a particularly sharp switchback I spotted a figure on the side of the road. As I got closer I could see that it was a girl with long dark hair in what appeared to be a very fancy dress standing on the side of the road. As I walked out of the bathroom I heard a slight moan coming from a dooor just down the hall. I creeped up to the slightly open door and peeked in. There was Ms. Clark wearing a baby doll nighty, on her stomach with a pillow under her hips raising her ass up and from my angle I couldnt see what she was doing but it didn't take a Mensa member to figure it out. I was watching from the door and I inched it open more to get a better view. My heart was pounding so hard I swear she should have been.