All persons engaged in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older.
Welcome back, and thank you all for continuing to read The Bunker.
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Characters
Kevin Ansen -- a community college physics professor selected by lottery to enter one of four government bunkers to ride out the impact of The Rock, and the conditions that follow.
Jennifer Rodriguez -- a former student of Kevin's; intended to major in Family Therapy, applies those interests to helping her new family, the first of Kevin's ladies to get pregnant
Sarah Moran -- a fellow faculty member and friend of Kevin's for several years. Sarah and Kevin were both interested and failed to recognize the signs in each other.
Constance Worthington -- a student at Simpson college, but never in Kevin's classes, learning canning and pickling techniques from a Mennonite friend and her mother.
Jessica Peters -- widowed mother of three that agreed to serve as Kevin's slave to save her children.
Belinda Ansen -- 16 year old daughter of Kevin Ansen
Leslie Roark -- just barely eighteen, a friend of Belinda and her mentor in band.
Melissa Ballas -- a former student of Kevin's from a prior semester, Kevin was surprised to learn she'd been flirting with him most of the semester.
Gabriela Fernandez -- the realty agent that helped the Ansens select a new home for the growing family, denied her commission by the seller and her boss.
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Ch 7 -- The Cullings, part 1
I sat on a deck chair staring at the soft grey line separating black from black. I mused about looking through the world's eye as the lid fluttered upward, but not open. The world was disturbed and did not want to wake. I'd been out here long enough to stop feeling the creases in my skin from the edges of the wooden slats in the chair.
Rightfully, I should have slept in. Constance, Melissa, and Leslie decided last night I needed a neapolitan foursome -- one brunette, one blonde, and one redhead. Not sure if it was just a checklist item, or they saw the concern on my face. I tried to hide it as best I could. Maybe this was one of the times I succeeded.
They pulled me from my computer, kissing and groping, giggling and whispering soft promises of naughty deeds. They didn't get frisky with each other. Four naked bodies on two twin beds in one room certainly bumped into each other, but they didn't sexually engage with each other. Much. Connie blew me right after I pulled out of Melissa. She shared that load with Leslie when I popped. Melissa declined the offer. Leslie looked uncertain, but went along with it. We'd carried on for an hour and a half before I ran out of steam. The girls admitted to sore jaws and pussies. Melissa and Leslie crawled to their beds without bothering to change the sheets. Connie walked a bit stiffly to the room she shared with Jenn.
I walked to the master bedroom and straight to a shower. After drying off, I slipped into the bed carefully and snuggled up to Sarah. My lovely Sarah. As I settled in beside her, she muttered something unintelligible and nestled into me. She smiled and let out a soft sigh. Her hair smelled of her strawberry shampoo. Fitting for her coppery hair, like my very own Strawberry Shortcake doll all the girls had to have back in the 80's. Her body fit against me perfectly. I really should have expressed my interest in her years ago.
I don't know how long I slept beside Sarah before an unrelenting wakefulness took me, but I've been out here ever since. Those bastards and their games. Now, seven women who'd joined their fates to mine plus my daughter, plus Jessica's three little ones depended on my ability to win a four man melee. Yeah, I'd been in the army, but never in combat. Hell, FO's are supposed to un-ass the OP if the enemy gets close. As in, less than half a mile. I was decent with a rifle, but this was unarmed combat. The only training I'd had in hand-to-hand combat was a half day in basic and a year I'd spent learning Tai-Chi -- which isn't a combat art, but some of its forms are used in teaching martial arts.
Which is why I'm here, greeting the dawn. It's also why my hands are lightly gripping the arms of the deck chair. When I merely rested my hands there, they shook too much for me to gather my thoughts.
The dividing line was larger now, brighter, with a ruddy tint. Enough of this mental run around.
I got up and headed to the gym. Lots of upper body work to do. A little core wouldn't hurt. Time to extend my threshold of pain.
Two hours later, I was exhausted and dripping sweat when Jenn found me. Her face went from happy greeting to raging concern. I had to talk to all of them soon.
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Jessica shooed the kids into the playroom and assured me they'd be fine alone for an hour or so. That way we could all discuss the issue as a group. Bel deserved to be included with the adults on this. I read off the information from the website about the two cycles of 'Cullings' as they were now calling it.
"So they just accidentally allowed too many men to get partnered up? How the hell does that happen?" Melissa demanded. "They know how much space they built. They should only have selected as many men as could fit there."
"According to the statement, they over selected on purpose, expecting some would not meet the general or personal requirements."
"Well it couldn't be a surprise on the part of getting women to join him." Sarah pointed out. "With all the various personal tastes, plus the threat of death, any guy with a lifeline can get as many women as he wants."
"Thanks dear."
She swatted my arm. "You know damn well what I meant. Even an abusive bastard could still find at least three, and likely six women that would put up with him, or even think it normal. And the other requirements didn't seem all that tough. How could they not think every man they selected would easily do all those things in a month?"
"Less than a month even." Jenn added.
Connie's eyes widened. "Thank God you were never on the pill and at the just right part of your cycle girl. You saved all of our asses."
"And willing," Sarah added. "That's a big ask and you took it on without hesitation."
