Well, folks, this is my most ambitious chapter to date. I know this has been a long time coming, (sorry) but editing, proofing, rewriting, and the sheer size has slowed things down a bit. Needless to say, the muse has been giving me a workout, and I hope it was worth the wait. As always, I refuse to be politically correct, so if any of my conservative libertarian views offend you, complain to someone else... I don't want to hear about it. I'll take constructive criticism any time, but complaining just to nitpick is a waste of time. I hope you enjoy it.
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"Caleb, do you really want to stay here?" Jeanine asked.
"Baby, you know I do... this place is a helluva lot more interesting than Kansas."
"Well, yeah, but it takes some getting used to."
He smiled. "You mean the party we went to at Mickey's place?"
"Well... yeah, a little bit... I wasn't real ready for that."
"Well... we don't have to go to any more of those, if you don't want to."
He smirked, and continued. "I notice you loved it when that guy Jeff gave it to you up the butt, though."
She realized he was teasing; two could play that game.
"Yeah... he's got a nice thick one!"
He frowned at her for a second.
She got a serious look on her face again... "Besides, it isn't so much the party that worries me... did you see his scars? You know those were from bullets, right?"
He nodded. "Sometimes freedom ain't free, dear. Some folks have to be willing to protect that freedom... or, in this case, to take it back. I was talking to Mark Culligan the other day about it... he said the Militia's been pretty busy, over the past few years. They've been finding these Chinese camps and destroying them, one by one, since they 'came out'. He never did say exactly what they 'came out' of, but from what I gather, it's some kind of hidden city. These people are willing to risk their lives to make this a free country again. I want to help."
She nodded, but the look of worry didn't leave her face. "I know you do, honey, but I can't stand the thought of losing you."
"Well, don't go borrowin' trouble. I ain't dead yet. Besides, right now, it's just training... Jeff said that they won't allow me to deploy with the troops until they're certain I'm properly trained, and both the shooting instructor and the senior drill instructor say I'm ready, and that'll be at least another four months... unless I go for scout training. If I go that route, I'll be going through at least another six months, and possibly as much as a year. Besides, Mister Reynolds says all of our little group are more valuable as farmers... we already know how the big farm equipment works. The only reason I'm on the wood harvesting crew right now is because they already had the fields planted when we got here, and the road repair crews are pretty much full. Won't be much to do in the fields until harvest time... the younger kids and some of the older folks take care of the weeding. There's only four fields lying fallow right now, and all of them have already gotten their loads of manure and compost for the summer... we won't be adding any more until early fall."
"Well, if we're stayin', we need to find something else to do... the credits are going out faster than they're coming in."
"I know... Mickey said that would happen, until we get ourselves established. You've got pretty much everything you need for the kitchen... what else do we really need?"
Then a few thoughts occurred to him, and he answered his own question.
"I need to get some more tools together... can't do much with that little tool box I've got now. I want to get a set up like they have, too... that 'stereo' of his is amazing."
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like to get one of those 'vacuum cleaners'... Doris says theirs saves her so much time. We need a few more dishes and silverware. I've got most of the pots and pans I need for now."
"I thought you said we had all the kitchen stuff?"
"Well, yeah, if it's just you and me... but if we have people over..."
He grinned and took her in his arms. "Sounds like you want to have a few 'parties' of our own."
She smiled, giving his crotch a squeeze. "It was fun, wasn't it?"
He nodded, giving her a quick kiss. "Yeah... but we need to be more careful... what'll we do if you get pregnant? Especially if the kid doesn't look like me? Try to figure out who the daddy is?"
She laughed at that. "If she looks like you, that'd be a shame... I'd hope she'd look more like me."
He frowned at her for a second, but couldn't hold it.
She smiled again and said "Relax, honey... Doris is taking me to her doctor this afternoon to get a 'happy shot'."
He cocked an eyebrow at this.
"It's a birth control shot... it'll keep me safe for the next six months."
"Well, if this is my last chance..." he reached between them, trying to unbutton her shorts.
She smiled and let him pull them down, while she did the same to his jeans, and soon he had her hoisted onto the kitchen counter. He kissed her neck while insinuating a hand between her legs. Running a single finger up and down her already-moistening pussy lips, he felt, blindly, for her clit, rubbing the little nub as it peeked out from behind it's little hood of flesh.
She, meanwhile, got his jeans and shorts down far enough to get her hands on his already stiffening cock and started stroking him lightly, tossing her head back as he nibbled lightly at her neck, her breath quickening as his two fingers entered her quim and found her G-spot. Soon she was kissing him hungrily as she reached between them, pulling his hand away and positioning the head of his strong eight inches at the mouth of her hungry cunt.