The look on my Derek’s face when he looked up from his work counter was the sweetest victory I had felt in a long while, his jaw slightly dropped as... his eyes locked on me. A small smile snuck onto the corner of my mouth, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit vain. Damn, he knew I wanted him now, but I just can’t help that I still blush like I have a school girl crush when I look into those hazel eyes ... After visiting with him and his coworkers for a while, I promised I’d see him at home a bit. ?” she asked, trailing off.“Yes,” I replied with a smirk. “If you can manage to sit in your chair and play until I finish working without having a spontaneous orgasm, you’ll be coming back to the pens with me as my personal pet. Do you think you can manage that?”She nodded excitedly and said, “Yes Master,” before picking up her instrument and starting to play. I sat back and kicked my feet up on the desk as I listened to the soothing sounds of the dulcimer, and the faint echoes of the. He then provided a brief recap of what had happened, what had survived so far, and what he believed the origins of the plagues were.Nick was interested, but had trouble wrapping his mind around its implications. After a long silence, his voice came back subdued."Really? There's no one left?" he asked, his voice almost pleading as if asking David to tell him it was all some vast cosmic joke.David took a deep breath. "I wish I could tell you otherwise, Nick. There are survivors, obviously since. "You think I'm suicidal or something? You think I ain't scared shitless about what's gonna happen when them tanks come rolling on our position the next time? I am, man. I'm fuckin' petrified. But I'm going back up there and I'm gonna fight those assholes until they tell me to stop or until they drag my ass down the hill with half my head blown off. You know why?" Why?" Because I think we're gonna win this war," he said. "I think we're gonna be free. And twenty years from now, when they're.