The Quaranteam Universe is the creation of CorruptingPower, used with permission. Also a big shout out to the Writers Room, both for putting up with my unbelievably odd sense of humor and for proofing both my ideas and writing.
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Chapter 9: Literature
17 August 2020
The heavy footsteps passed by the door again in the early morning quiet, and again they did not stop at their tiny apartment. The three occupants glanced briefly at the entryway, but after a couple of seconds gave it no more heed.
Shannon shrugged, yawning a bit. "I'll get the coffee started. Sound good?"
"Sounds good!" Normally, Adam would have started it by now, but he was just off his usual rhythm. The call from his mysterious observer, not to mention other medical news, had him figuratively flailing
Callie gave a thumbs-up as well.
"Alrighty. You two want your usual?"
Adam nodded, smiling deeply. "That would be wonderful, Shannon. How about you, Callie?"
"Mmm-hmm," Callie agreed. Despite her complete lack of appetite for breakfast the morning coffee was still something she enjoyed with them. It got her day started right, in the traditional Washington way, and brought warmth to her soul. Much like it would bring warmth to her body in the long, wet winters the state was infamous for.
A day had passed since he got the succession of bad news. He had finally gotten one or two response emails since then. Ones that more or less confirmed what he'd been told about casualty rates in the school district... and expressed utter shock at the fact that he hadn't been among that number. They had some very rough plans going for how they were going to afford to live, a lot of referring each other out for remote tutoring and the like, but no idea how that would work out if they couldn't find high school students to provide the services for. They didn't even know how they'd get into their old offices and classrooms to retrieve their things. Not safely. Heck, none of them even knew if anyone with the keys were still alive. It was a bad time in the Yelm Public School District.
Adam and Callie both paused to breathe in the smells of coffee coming from the kitchen. Callie took it as a sign that she needed to finish up what she was doing. With a deep breath, she dove in on the task before her. The task? Adam's dick. She went from making sure he felt good for as long as possible directly to swallowing his entire length. With absolute dedication, Callie applied every trick she knew to sending him over the edge. Considering the prep work and how many tricks she knew? That took fifteen seconds.
Like every time before, as he shot his essence down her throat she joined him in orgasm. Her delighted hums served to enhance his own sensations even further, and after an endless moment he flopped bonelessly back into the chair, spent but in much better cheer than thirty minutes prior. She stood as he began to put his pants back on. "Feeling better, AJ?"
"You know it. Trying to find a way to describe that without being crude..."
Her eyebrow rose to deadly effect "Adam. I just swallowed my fourth load of your cum in the last three days. Crudity is assumed at this point."
"Okay. You could suck the halo off of an angel and they'd thank you for the experience."
"... you know what? Points for originality, I've not heard that one before. Now, coffee."
Breakfasts had settled into a predictable affair in the Jeffries apartment, especially since Callie's office chair had arrived and gotten set up at the table. Perhaps not the best fit for the simple wooden ones already there, but it worked. Halfway through his eggs, though, Adam remembered something. "Callie, while we were talking to Chad the other day you said you'd explain why you started laughing so hard."
Shannon swallowed her mouthful of eggs. "Yeah, I've been wondering, but we got a bit distracted."
Callie started giggling again. Given her mouthful of coffee, this was a somewhat more awkward process than it otherwise might have been. One that involved a napkin and significantly more embarrassment than she had shown at any point in the last week. "Okay, okay. So, that place your friend ended up working. Superior Economics and Expansion. They're kind of infamous on my side of the house."
"Infamous how?" Adam paused as he reached for another pancake, his own appetite increasing as he healed from the after effects of his DuoHalo fight.
"Their CEO, Monica Vega? Zero sense of humor and one of the most litigious individuals I've ever heard of. Would have been number one if it wasn't for politics. Heck, they're the people fighting the State of Washington on the NDA thing I used against those agents."
Shannon's head tilted to the side, an oddly feline gesture. "Oh.... kaaaaay. Not too sure why this is so funny it almost broke you. Especially not
twice
."
"I was getting there. I worked on the government side of the law, and criminal defense talked to corporate a lot to trade notes. Thing is, corporate used a lot of acronyms, which meant that the company was referred to as SEX on every piece of paper that wasn't going directly to the company for some kind of signature or report." Both Adam and Shannon giggled a bit at this, but Callie wasn't done. "Was it professional? Probably not, but they did it anyway and it was a legitimate acronym. The part that really chapped her hide, when she somehow found out, was the running joke that she REALLY needed to get laid. Looks like it finally happened!"
Turnabout is fair play. Both of the others had cleaning up to do after that.
After that was done, though? After the meal was done and the leftovers put away? The quiet industry of the day took over. Nothing outside the door intruded as Shannon set up shop for her stream and got to drawing. Callie's position by the window let in air as the streets stayed quiet. Adam went to his computer and booted it up, but found himself at loose ends. He had one student confirmed to still be alive, and a lot more confirmed to not be. Unless the mysterious deal with the mysterious caller from the mysterious team using mysterious resources and mysterious methods panned out, he was staring down impossibility. Since he couldn't depend on that, and he couldn't depend on the school district, he had work to do.
National remote job listings were a start. He'd been tutoring from this room for months, it would make no difference to him if his students were in Hawaii, Washington, Oregon, California, Florida, Kansas, New York, or anywhere in between. Just a matter of time zones, really. Heck, if someone in Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Russia, Ireland, or Britain wanted to learn about US Social Studies for some arcane reason, he'd be happy to help. Even if it was only occasional gig work, it was a lot better than zero.
Next up, he had to find a way to access his holdings. Bank account was slender, but he had a retirement account he could crack open if things got desperate, along with enough knowledge of how things SHOULD work that he knew there was probably an emergency program to help in situations like this. After all, if this wasn't an emergency, it was kind of hard to imagine what might be one. Obviously he wasn't going to get all that much help from school administration channels, but if there was one thing he had gotten good at over his years of teaching it was research. The internet still existed, and even if nine out of ten calls and emails went unanswered and nine out of ten answers were "no," that last one might be what swung things from starvation to sustainability for his family.