The second drive in the rusted out pick up was as quiet as the first, but not nearly as uncomfortable. Amber was not sure what would happen once they arrived at Bernard’s; nor was she sure what she wanted to happen. Part of Amber felt guilty for having agreed to go to his place, like she was perpetrating some sort of betrayal. She knew it was absurd to feel that way. There was nothing to betray.
( Caution, Nakedidity ahead... )
Vidcund stormed down the stairs and across the back porch of the Beaker compound. He crossed the small length of property between the back patio and the radio towers. The foundations for the huge towers had always been an excellent hiding place for his vehicle, whichever one he happened to be driving. He climbed into Pascal’s Jeep, started the engine and drove out across the desert without headlights on, just in case anyone might be watching.
( This chapter is inappropriate for all humans, most primates, and some amphibians. It should never be read by anyone. Ever. )
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