Some helped the� others� go away. No not right, bad time… get away. Some people put healing cloth and carry them in metal carts with bright lights. Then it like we, snapped back,� like we reach� the end of a stretchy… and it went back to where it� held it's feet, or past it. Or maybe even somewheres else." She twists uncomfortably at her recollection then settles back into his warmth. "What day's that, what place that?" � He looks out the door vacantly and tugs at his memory. 'May 9th 2022, New York City and... people, are what happened.' He senses she doesn't quite understand. Hell even he doesn't quite understand and he lived it. 'One group of evil bastards, against a polar opposite group of evil bastards, with innocent people stuck in between.� I swear, no place will ever come to peace as long as one person wants to be called a leader. Or tell someone else how to live their lives because ~they know best~.'� She smiles, "Yes we have them too." He shakes his head throwing off those thoughts, 'Wait, if I took the blast, how am I alive?' "I guess the bubble pulled you in in-time and this place has many herbs, root and sap that can heal." She brushes her hand through her hair and pulls it to the side of her neck, letting it fall over her shoulder and across her left breast. It cascades around it like a silk shell, cradling its flesh, framing her nipple in satiny gold threads. "So! That Earth. Afore the breaking. I thought it ‘nother. The colors, the lights, the towers and buildings, so alive, so beautiful, so much." 'The lights, were, unfortunately, as beautiful as the people were ugly.' he sighs , then realizing he doesn't even know her name, he finally makes her acquaintance, 'I'm Joe by the way.' He offers his hand, she takes it and holds it firmly in hers, webcam "I'm Solata, Solata Lunata of..." she slips into thought,"… of whatever, this place name,� I guess." 'This place is part of your name, but you don't know it?' "When I'm from, you take the name of the place that's home as part of your name and this, the first place I stay, in a long time, to feel like home, for me. But like you, I am strange to it." 'So, this is Earth?' "Mayhaps. The star picture's familiar. I don't know for sure, but it seem, we both from there, different times held us.� You are before the breaking, I am from many babe years passed it." � 'The Breaking?' � "That's what the ‘storicals call it. A time when people and earth just broke,� life lost it's, hmm, glimmer. There was no more us, 'just pockets of mes' my father say. He was historical, he teach me.� If I member what right, it was 2030 your reckoning …" She continues talking, steady and calm, describing the events as she can remember, fighting to structure the words she had lost the habit to use. His eyes drift to the hearth and get caught in the focus of a single ember, floating on the updraft from the fireplace.� It twirls and swirls in tight circles, pulling him in. Pictures get painted in his mind, either by the flow of her words or some other force entirely. Or maybe, hints of both. Staring at the ember he drifts into them and sees. The world was very different in many ways, but not so different in the ones that mattered. Pictures of� war, a brutal war, fills his head with places familiar. Diseases and famines and indian radioactive events and� almost three eighths of the amateur world population was gone in a year.� A little less than a third were left when there were no bombs left to drop and none left who could build them. Dave showed me his phone too, Katie, her daughter indian texted her to webcam pick her up from the swimming practice too. No no no no no no no no ‘I’m sure the doctors will be able to fix her brain one day.’ Then I drifted off to sleep one night and everything changed. I just let her choose when we would break the kiss. You are a disgrace. “I’m ready,” Diamond insisted with a scared smile, “I’m just nervous.” What do you say? she was just going to go to school tomorrow and get it over with him amateur feel better. I babe could hear her ask Tim if he could see anything which he replied that he couldn’t see anything. The heart attack victims were dead the moment they hit the floor. I loosed the arrow and watched it arc. It flew across the clearing, across the bridge, and down to the tree line. But I can’t help getting harder and more excited the deeper I plunge into Penny, especially with all the excess sperm pushing to the outside.