.. planning to recruit Nigel and Ian as part of our tribe, aren’t you?” Connie stipulated, to which I nodded.“Yep, there’s more than meets the... eye with this deal, trust me. We need to build a loving, sharing community of folks who can get out of Dodge together with enough resources when the shit hits the fan, and I believe that it will ... soon. Tamara’s intuition must be rubbing off on me or something,” I acknowledged, “so, yes, by all means, let’s bring Pedro into the fold as well.”“Well,. If he'd left Seattle headed for Santa Rosa, he had two choices, one was to take the coastal route along highway 101, or the inland route on I-5. He must have chosen the I-5 route to begin with, because we were only a few miles west of it now.We were on highway 96, the road that followed the Klamath river across the Klamath National Forest. It met up with highway 263 a few miles west, and from there it was either a couple of miles back north to hit a junction with I-5 or else just a dozen miles. Why wouldn't he? Divorced, ex-wife and kids across the country, he could give a shit about his staff and their lives. All he's got on his evening agenda is a bottle of Scotch and the porn channels on cable.My guy is a little better, I guess you could say, but he's not a planner. Most of the time our team can save him, but not always.So, Sandy and I turned into early-morning people. Nursing mom, two little kids? That's quite a feat, let me tell you."On your back."I looked up at her. Slim, dark. “Emily, what are you doing spying on me?”“Jordy, what are you doing wanking to Tyler’s dick pics?”We were both quiet for a moment as our minds whirled in different directions then wound back to the same place.I turned around, pulled my hand out of my shorts, grabbed one of Jordy’s t-shirts off the floor to wipe my hand and my legs then I turned back.“Jordy, that was your chance to tidy yourself up?” I told him.“It’s my room, why should I?”“Well, that’s your choice, but you’re going to lie there.