Someone — a woman, a man, a Mother or a Father, a Daughter or a Son — had to leave this world to grant this precious gift: Vic and Dory’s contin...ued life together. She does not take this lightly. She does not take this for granted. He will breathe in peaceful rhythm beneath her smiling tear-streaked face and she will send up silent prayers for the unknown loved ones who morn, while she — amidst pangs of guilt — rejoices at the familiar sound of her husband’s gentle snores. Yes, these are good. She was making love to me with her lips. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. My muscles began to tense, and I couldn't help myself but start to thrust upward to meet her rhythm.She moaned deeply as I started to fuck her mouth, so I began to thrust a little harder. I could feel her start to shake violently. I could tell she was going crazy with excitement, and so was I. I was on the brink of orgasm."Jenna... I'm gonna cum," I growled.She nodded as she worked my cock. She. “An amazing coincidence,” I added. “It is,” she said, with a slightly perplexed expression, scrunching her eyebrows and squinting as she looked at me. I could tell she was thinking about the coincidence. I dialed the number and got a busy signal. “Busy,” I said, putting the receiver down. “Don’t let me interrupt your work. I’ll call again in a few minutes.” Again, I looked into her eyes, thinking she’s even more beautiful than I imagined. I looked at her blond hair, her fair skin, the dimples,. ’ EPILOGUE 3 YEARS LATER The barren wasteland outside my window wasn’t a new sight. Three long years of wondering if it was all a horrible nightmare had gone sort of stale. I’d come to accept the fact that Calvin and I were two of the last humans. The world as we once knew it had ceased to exist. With no one to garden and farm, food was pretty scarce. With no one to stop the Americans from trying to nuke the problem away, the world had sort of lost its beauty. That’s what repetitive nuclear.