Day 2 - With the Missionaries

I left them alone for most of the day, surfing the Internet for other people to send messages to bring them here, checking on the news of the outbreak. It was bad. This was it.

I went into the underground hydroponic farm to maintain it, fed the fish and chickens, grabbed a few eggs and place them into a plastic mesh basket and put them into a giant fridge.

I checked on them as they went to their beds. Both of them prayed on the side of their beds. Amanda later went to her terminal, I had a small basic laptop provided to each room connected to the satellite internet’s WIFI. She checked on it worriedly. I left the control room for my bed.

I woke up and found them sitting on the lounge browsing the TV.

“Adam, it’s terrible. These channels keep disappearing. It’s getting worse and worse.” Elle said.

“Yes, I thought as much,” I replied with a grim frown.

“The messages keep telling us to stay where we are indoors and wait for the government to deal with this,” Amanda said.

“I don‘t know what to do. I tried phoning my mom and dad but no answer. What can we do?” Elle said.

“That’s up for you to decide, I can‘t **** you. If you want to stay, I’ll be happy to host you here for as long as I can until help arrives. If you want to meet up with your family, I’ll let you have supplies and gear so you can meet them. How about for now we just get breakfast?” I suggested.

They both looked at each other and nodded.

I cooked breakfast. Nothing difficult, just eggs and saltines and some fried spam. I made sure to liberally salt the eggs. I brought them a glass of water, my own from my own source, which was unsalted and watch them eat and drink.

After they ate, I washed the dishes and made my way to the lounge to watch the news with them.

“Adam, can I ask you are you of the faith?” Elle said.

“I’m undecided. I don‘t think much about my faith.” I said honestly.

“It seems these are the end times. It would be good to make peace with God for your own salvation.” Elle said to me with sincerity.

I tried to look openly at her with no judgment.

I decided to push my luck.

“This is all so dreadful news. Let’s watch something else to get our minds off of this.” I suggested.

Elle and Amanda nodded. I turned my media box on and navigated to my server of movie files. I opened a folder titled “les” and played a movie called “Blue Is the Warmest Color.”

“Ooh, a French film?” Amanda said.

“I hate subtitles,” Elle said.

They and I watched the film. I was sat in the couch next to theirs in a 90-degree angle by myself, Elle and Amanda together.

A bit into the movie Elle spoke up, “Wait is this… that homosexual film about two lesbians?”

I nodded. “I think it is, it’s an acclaimed movie, so I thought it would be entertaining.”

“I remember we protested this movie, Sister Elle,” Amanda said.

“Adam, can you turn it off? This type of thing is sinful.” Elle said.

“Oh, it’s just a coming-of-age love story that’s all. You’ll like it. You can pass your own religious judgments on it but it’s a great movie.”

“I don't know…” Amanda said.

“Open my eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of your law,” I remarked.

“You know scripture?” Elle said.

“A bit.” I lied. I had googled it a back in my room the last night after they came and I left them.

“I don’t know if you used that passage correctly,” Elle said but still kept on watching her eyes glued on the screen. I didn’t know either.

It was then that the sex scene of the movie came on. The two lesbians on screen kissing each other while naked. They rolled around each other naked and made love in very erotic and animalistic ways. I watched Elle and Amanda and they were both visibly shaken by it. Amanda was panting and trying her best not to touch herself. Elle bit her lip.

We finished the movie. They shed some tears throughout, and they both agreed they had misgivings about the movie but thought it was a well-made movie.

I left them to their devices.

At night I went to the control room. Elle was showering and fingering herself breathing rapidly after the movie. Amanda was on her bed, her sheets over herself and panting heavily with the silhouette of her hand going down her panties. I went for my room and wanked one out on some porn and went to sleep.