Get Undressed

"Well if you're comfortable with us all going down to undergarments..." Chuck says taking off his own socks and shoes, then equally drenched t-shirt and jeans, leaving himself in nothing but plaid boxer shorts.

The other two follow his example, soon being attired in, respectively, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle boxers for Ronny, and green boxer-briefs for Gordon. They all follow Shailene's example and lie on the bare earth, still cool despite the heat of the day.

"It really makes you think." Shailene says after a few seconds.

"What does?" Ronny asks.

"There were hundreds of people on that ship, and of them only we 16 survived, and 14 of us having taught at or attended Lawndale High... I just cannot imagine that was coincidence, maybe 6 or 7 of us, but almost 90%? Doesn't that seem a bit far fetched to you?" She explains.

"Now that you mention it, it does seem well beyond the realm of statistical probability." Gordon avers, looking at Miss Kassab's slowly rising and falling chest, admiring what he sees, at least in an aesthetic way...

"This is going to sound sick, but I have been feeling horny as hell since we made it to shore." Ronny states, moving to a siting position.

"It's actually a perfectly normal reaction to surviving a major disaster." Shailene says, still lying on the ground. "It happens to people all over the world at times like this, part of why the baby boom happened right after World War Two, people had seen so much **** that they felt compelled to create new life." She continues. "I should know, I feel that way right now too." Miss Kassab finishes in a whisper.