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  "They weren't my friends. I barely knew them. I don't want to die. I'll do whatever you ask of me." The tears were no longer rolling down her cheeks, but she was still scared.

  "Get up," I told her as I rose back to standing. I offered my hand for support and she accepted it cautiously. Her fingers were very thin, her grip almost non-existent. I slid my massive hand down farther to grab her wrist to help her to her feet.

  "Do you know who we are?" I asked.

  She looked around at the different faces before saying, "Some of you I have seen in the videos, but I don't know your names or much about you for that matter. We were just told that you are the enemy. Except for the black girl. I've never seen her before. Or that thing back there," she pointed at Delilah still more than fifty feet away.

  "Are you familiar with these aliens?" I asked. She shook her head, her eyes wider than her skin wanted to allow. "You've never seen one before?"

  "No," she answered again. "Does this planet belong to people like her?"

  "Sort of," I replied. "But they don't live here." I inadvertently confused her with that answer. "My name is Joah," I said extending my hand once again, this time in greeting. Her touch was barely more than a tickle. I became intrigued by her but did my best not to show it in front of my friends. I introduced the others, even Delilah when she finally arrived. Then asked for her name.

  "Nevenah," she said. "It's nice to meet you all, sort of." She shook her head again and looked like she was about to cry. "I don't know why I said that. Nothing is nice anymore. I don't know where I am or why I am here. I've been scared ever since I woke up yesterday, and nothing has happened to make me feel any better. In fact, it just keeps getting worse. I don't want to die, Joah. Tell me what I have to do to survive. I'll do it."

  "Oh, boy," I heard Nancy mumble.

  Her sincerity and damsel in distress routine hooked me in. She was extremely low on the threat assessment chart, practically dangling from the bottom. And she seemed like a nice enough person. Would she make a good addition to our team? Not really. She didn't look like she would be able to do her share of the work. But I was prejudging her based on her stature. That was not fair. I almost did the same when Shira arrived and she has surprised me with her tenacity, especially back in the games.

  "Are there more people coming soon?" I asked Nevenah. She had no clue, so I looked to Delilah for an answer.

  "Probably tomorrow," she answered. "I'm guessing this development was not foreseen by the people in charge. They will need to time to prep the next group."

  "What people in charge?" Nevenah asked. "I haven't seen anybody except these people that you just killed. And they seemed almost as clueless as me."

  "I noticed that they didn't give you a gun," I said.

  "No, I had one. The bitch with the black hair demanded the rifle when we get on the shuttle, but it was closest to me. I didn't like her attitude, so I kept it. I thought that she might beat me up and take it from me, but the guys looked like they wouldn't stand for it. But then I left it on the shuttle when we got out. I didn't know that it was going to leave so soon."

  "Speaking of the departed shuttle," Lin said. "Should we take their survival kits?"

  "We'll take what is worth having," I replied. "Including the cases. In fact, we can float everything in those on the way back. Maybe even use them to make our raft bigger."

  "What about me?" Nevenah asked. "How will I survive?"

  Jayla slid over to put her arm around the thin blonde. The gesture was received with hesitation, as the gun in Jayla's hand triggered a fearful response. "I think that you'll be coming with us," Jayla told her. "From what I know of Joah, he wouldn't leave you here by yourself."

  "Do you want to come with us, Nevenah? Back to our island over there?"

  "What do I have to do?" she asked, then shook her head and scratched out that thought in the air with her hand like it was an eraser. "Yes, please take me with you."

  As we started sorting out the supplies that came with the survival kits, I noticed Nevenah studying everyone in our group. Not like in a tactical way. She was just curious about us.

  "They told you that I was a bad man, didn't they?" I asked her.

  "Yes."

  "But now you don't believe them?"

  Nevenah glanced around at the other women helping with the supply gathering. None of them had to be ordered to do anything. We worked together as a group of equals. I stepped when a leader was needed, but I didn’t lord it over them. I figured that was what she was noticing.

  "The women with you obviously trust you. They must have reason to do so. I'll believe them before I would some propaganda television. Who made those videos, anyway?"

  "That's a long story," Lin replied. "We'll have plenty of time to talk about that."

  We left most of the dishes and cookware but took much of the remaining stuff. We sealed each container up and floated them back to our island by our side. I formed a plan of doubling the size of our boat as we went. Actually, it would be more like building an identical craft, then strapping the two together. It would be able to handle rough water better that way, should any exist in our future. And it gave us the option of having two separate boats if we needed it.

  The tide was still very low on the way back and we came across no trouble. Our tribe had grown to seven people, if we counted Delilah. I felt more comfortable with Nevenah at my back than the alien, though. However, Jayla had earned her place with her performance in this last battle. Her personality was pleasant to be around, and she was quite a physical specimen as well.

  We were all exhausted by the time that we pulled the large plastic containers way up onto our beach. I could see that most of the women needed some rest immediately. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be getting any myself very soon.

  We had gained three people in the last couple days. Trust was an issue. Not only did we obtain a bunch of supplies in our victory on the western island, we also acquired three firearms. That was great for future protection, but we had nowhere to lock them up to keep them safe. Not only did we need to guard our new arrivals and weapons, we still needed to protect ourselves from potential intruders. Those could be from the sea, another island, or from the sky above.

  Lin offered to stay on guard duty with me, but I could see how tired she was. She wouldn't be worth much. Nancy and Shira were in worse shape. I actually caught Delilah sleeping while standing up shortly after our return. Of course, I wouldn’t trust her with a weapon anyway. Nevenah was not of the proper disposition for guard duty, though she seemed committed to staying awake for a while. That left just Jayla.

  Did I trust Jayla with my life? With the lives of my wives? No, not yet. But I did give her a pistol to carry. Taking that back from her would surely cause a stir. I decided to have her join me for the first guard duty while the others got some rest. I would send her on perimeter patrols while I guarded the house for trouble inside or out.

  My pulse rifle and Lin's laser pistol recharged with sunlight. I wasn't sure how many shots we could get out of a full charge, but probably more than we would need anytime soon. I kept Hairy's assault rifle as a back-up. It hung from a strap down my back, the clip only holding seventeen more shots. Jayla's pistol had six bullets left, Nancy's had nine. If we used our ammunition wisely, that should last us quite a while.

  "So, what's the plan now, Joah?" Jayla asked.

  "Well," I replied as I took a seat beside her on the swing. "I doubt that we have more than a day before they send more people to occupy that island that we just raided. It might not be long before they duplicate on the one to the southeast."

  I expected her to ask, but she was being patient, respectful. I had promised her that we would travel to her island. In my mind, that was the obvious choice now instead of facing more opposition here. We just needed to construct the new boat, attach it to the old one, then load up and go.

  "I figure we'll take you home, Jayla."

  "Thank you," she said with a big smile, then lea
ned toward me to plant a kiss on my cheek. We sat there quietly for a couple minutes after that. I had a lot to think about, but that kiss had me distracted. So did Jayla's sexy body. When she raised one of her long, toned legs to rest across my lap, it took me by surprise. Looking her way, I saw a seductive grin on her face. "Have you ever been with a black woman?" she asked.

  "Yes, I have, as a matter of fact," I answered. And it was true. I had been with exactly three. All were hot bodied like Jayla. I met them at the gym. None of them were interested in a serious relationship. Their abilities and tendencies in the sack varied quite a bit. I would not presume that one black woman would be the same as another in bed. Just the same as I wouldn't think that about Asians, or any other race. "Why do you ask?"

  "I was just curious," she said as she continued to smile at me. Her playfulness almost made her seem too young for a man my age. "Do you find me attractive?"

  "Sure, I do," I replied. "But I remember you telling the world that you had no interest in dropping that fine ass down on my..."

  Her laughter and a tap of her hand to my chest cut me off. She pivoted in her seat to send the second lovely lower limb onto to my lap. I took it as an invitation to caress her smooth skin and enjoy the tight curves of her calves.

  "That was before you risked your life to save your women and went all badass on that other squad. I thought I knew the great Joah Maroon pretty well from three days-worth of recordings. But there ain't nothing like spending time with the real thing."

  "The great Joah Maroon, huh?" I liked the sound of that, especially coming from a beautiful woman.

  "Yeah, the hosts hyped you up pretty good. I am not the least bit disappointed."

  "Do you always move this quick on celebrities that you like?” I asked.

  "No," she replied, possibly taking some offense. She sat up straighter and pulled her knees up. "You are the first celebrity that I have ever met, though. And, I wouldn't be throwing myself at you this quick, or at all really, if it weren't for the situation."

  "What situation is that?"

  "You'll be taking me home, soon. I'll be reunited with my friends and family. I probably won't get another opportunity to get this close to you again after we board the boat. Also, tonight all your ladies are sleeping soundly. There will be no one to come to your rescue."

  "Will I be needing rescued?" I asked with a smile. But the term triggered something in me. Was she trying to maneuver things so she could kill me or take me hostage? Why would she? I just promised to take her home. Still, I kept my weapons close by and an eye on her gun hand as she moved around. I was certain I could subdue her if she tried to pull the firearm out of the back of her shorts.

  "Not if you don't want rescued," she answered slyly. I believed that I successfully hid my concern from her. I returned the smile as I thought about how to proceed. Then she asked, "You still don't trust me, do you?"

  "I have people that I am committed to protect," I told her. "But I want to trust you, and more. I'm just trying to work it out in my head."

  "How about this," she said as she placed her feet back on the ground and leaned forward. "I'm going to walk toward the southern end of the island. Along my way, I will set my pistol on the ground where you can see it. It will be within reach if we have any trouble. If you are interested, just follow me into the moonlight and place your weapons where you will."

  Then she did just that. I watched as she sexily sashayed away from me. She slowed her pace as she lowered the pistol to the ground. It was dark outside, but the crescent white moon provided enough light to see what was going on. In the next two steps she removed her top. Shortly thereafter, her shorts hit the ground. Her lovely brown skin made it harder to see her then, but she did not wander far from her clothes.

  I followed, like she asked, glancing to the sides to see if there were any cameras, then over my shoulder in case one of the women were watching. Then I wondered how Nancy or Lin would view things if I did this. Or, at least if they caught me having sex with Jayla. Married people weren't really supposed to sleep around. But our situation was substantially different, I thought. I certainly got the vibe that they were okay with me making a move on Shira. Was their view of Jayla any different?

  I decided not to think too much about that. Jayla was right. This might be our only chance to pull this off. And pull it off I did, meaning my shorts. I sat them with both of my weapons just out of our reach.

  I pulled Jayla's young body to mine as our mouths made contact. While kissing passionately I ran my hands all over her tight muscled ass then around to her firm young breasts. My growing erection found one of her hands, then the other as she gave up on fondling my broad shoulders in favor of accelerating my arousal.

  I tested her vagina with one hand to make sure that she was ready, because she informed me that I certainly was. She was wet alright, but fairly tight at the entrance.

  "Go slow," she said. But they always said that. "You're too big for my little pussy," she reiterated. "Take your time."

  "I don't think we have much time," I said as I rubbed the head of my penis up and down her folds, making sure to contact that precious little bump above.

  "We'll have less time if I scream like a rape victim," she said more seriously.

  I didn't have to imagine that scenario very long before obeying her instructions. Inch by inch, I took it very slow, controlling my mini thrusts as I watched her face. Any time she looked surprised or panicked, I backed up. I decided to focus on her wonderful body instead of how exquisite the feel of her tight pussy was around me. Her arms were toned like a trainer. Her abs very tight, an eight-pack of muscles even with one leg raised.

  After I made it halfway in, I raised her other leg, placing both knees across my elbows. She was not able to adjust to the shift of her weight quick enough, and I slid all the way, banging against the limits of her vagina.

  "Fuck!" she yelled, then placed her own hand over her mouth. We stood still for a few seconds to see if we had awakened the neighbors, but no one came rushing out. She was breathing heavy beneath her fingers. I had stopped while I was balls deep. I should have pulled out some.

  "Sorry," I said as I returned to slowly thrusting.

  "It's okay," she squeaked at me, her eyes wide. "Just go slow. You're already in there. Fuck, its big! Ooooooh, Fuuuccckkkk."

  That somehow sounded like permission for me to increase my pace. I sped up my rhythm, going deeper with each thrust until I felt the barrier once again. Her breathing was erratic, but she did not verbally complain. In fact, she placed her feet on my hips to give her better stability, and then contributed to the motion.

  Watching her fuck me wildly I felt my orgasm coming on quick. She was such a sight to see, and her super wet young pussy was working me to perfection. She looked into my eyes when she saw my chest starting to heave. She knew what that meant. I would be ready soon.

  That's when her eyes rolled back in her head and she made noise like she was choking. I hoped that it was her way of trying to stay quiet while climaxing. She violently threw her head back and began to bark like a dog as she slammed her ass against my pelvis. I gritted my teeth and held on as long as I could. Fortunately, she went past the mid-point of her orgasm and returned her wild eyes to look at me, quickly discerning that she was about to get a vagina full of my semen if she didn't jump off very soon.

  She dropped directly to her knees in front of me. I wasn't sure what she was okay with, but it didn't matter really. Mine was coming out regardless. Jayla dodged her head and reached for my exploding boner with both hands like she was trying to regain control of a dangerous fire hose. When she did manage to get a grip, she emptied the rest of my gift onto her divine chocolate breasts.

  As I began to recover my breathing, Jayla looked at the mess that we had made together. It was then that I heard an unusual sound from behind me. Worried, I slowly turned to see all three guns where we had left them, as well as our clothes. There was no one in the moonlight directly between
us and our house.

  I listened more carefully to the sound as I looked around in the shadows. I found its source at the same time as I realized what the noise sounded like. It was the purr of a kitten. And there in the shadow of a large tree was pitch black Delilah, her bright green eyes the first thing to catch my attention. Her silky thin dress was down around her ankles, her boots still on. One hand on her breast, the other between her legs, she finished her own orgasm as she looked straight at me, purring away. I couldn't make out details of her thin alien body in the darkness where she chose to hide. My imagination would have to continue to fill in those gaps.

  Once she finished, she pulled her dress back into place before walking into the moonlight and back to the house, never saying a word or giving me a backward glance. I turned to look at Jayla. Her expression mirrored mine, surprise and amusement.