Future Perfect - Chapter One - Sex Stories

Future Perfect - Chapter One

... the world and, eventually, rebuild some kind of society. “Wow,” I said. “You guys have a plan. I've just been living day to day, year to year.” “Being by yourself,” she said. “You didn’t have anyone to plan for.” I looked at her and could see the tears in her eyes again. “I’m sorry about your wife. I really liked her.” “Thanks,” I said and cleared my throat. “So, have you heard anything from the outside world? Is it like this everywhere?” “I don’t think so,” she said. “We think that this attack was aimed specifically at the U.S. No idea what’s happened in the rest of the world. There could have been different attacks on other countries.” “Wonderful,” I said. “We’re ready to build a shortwave radio,” Kelly said. “Celeste has been studying and understands the concepts. Now she just needs to find the components. Fifty years ago, that would have been easy. Now....” “Radio Shack?” I suggested. “More about buying cell phones than building electronics,” she said. “They’ll have some of what we need though.” The drive only took us about ten minutes. When we pulled into the driveway, I parked close to the road. I could see the house on top of a hill, trees in front, an orchard to one side. I didn’t want to startle Kyle by driving right up to the house, so I had the girls pile out and run up to the house with Biscuit. Kelly and I walked more sedately up the driveway. “This is lovely,” I said. “Thanks,” she said, squinting ...

... across the fields around the house. “It’s nice.” The farmland was recovering from the decades of pesticides and mono-cropping, but it was taking a while. After ten years, the original crops were all but gone. There were grasses and other “weeds” or herbs growing now. Wild roses were creeping in. Hawthorn and other shrubby trees too. In a century, the forest would truly be regrowing. Kyle came out on the porch, a shotgun cradled under his arm. “Kell?” he called. “It’s okay, honey,” she called back. “An old friend. Remember Brian Clevenger from the market?” We shook hands, and I could immediately tell that Kyle hadn't recovered from being sick. His hair was longer and scruffier than it used to be, but it was thin and he had no beard to speak of. He still wore his glasses, but he squinted at me as though he were having trouble seeing me. His hand felt delicate in mine, like a ninety year old man's. “Bruce,” he said, his voice a little rough. “You made it.” “Yes,” I said. I looked to Kelly, but she was looking at her husband, love and concern written on her face. With a sigh, I added, “Just me though.” He nodded, looking down, and put his hand on my shoulder. I barely noticed the weight of it. “Come inside. Would you like some tea?” he said, opening the door. “I’m sorry for my appearance,” I said. “I wasn't expecting to visit anyone.” Kyle turned to look at me and laughed. “No!” he said. “I don’t suppose you were.”