It's time to come up with a plan of action.

Tim sighed, steeled himself for what may be the dumbest decision of his life since he was dared to do a backflip down some stairs on his bike, and unlocked the door. To his relief, the backflip's record was still unbroken; Crystal was wiping away some tears, but she wore a small, relieved smile. More importantly, she was holding herself steady, even having done up a few buttons on her coat. He tried to put the way her eyes kept dancing to his crotch out of his mind, and the rising sound of lustful moaning from the street helped him with that in the worst possible way. His head snapped back to the bathroom window, creeping back and shutting it as quietly as he could. The fading noise of the wayward car would lure the walking orgy past the apartment, but they-Tim's train of thought was interrupted by another distant smashing sound, the engine's distant whine suddenly gone.

"For fuck's sake! Looks like that asshat of a driver didn't even have the courtesy to lead the horde away before totaling his car." Tim whispered, feeling the walls close in around him just a tiny bit further. He stepped carefully into the bedroom. Taking a seat on the bare mattress he had plundered for bedding days ago, he looked up at his anxious new companion.

"Looks like we might be here for a few more days. The freaks will probably hang around awhile before moving on. There's still some stuff in the fridge, but I hope you like stale bread; there's plenty of that shit left." Tim announced in a quiet voice.

"Oh no! Tim, we can't. I just need to find master. It has to be soon, or...Tim, I don't know if I can keep my promise if I stay here much longer. You don't...I haven't been fucked in sooooooo long, Tim. It's getting harder to concentrate. A couple more days, and I'm...oh! Mmm...I don't know how you expect me to resist you. You look so fucking sexy, sitting there, teasing me like that. This whole place smells like you, like you need my...I-I'm sorry. Isn't there another way? I don't want to go out without you. I need you." Crystal bounced from panic, to lust, to shame. It swirled together around her words, leaving Tim with a rising sense of dread and arousal. Beneath all that, though, Tim found a spark of something he hadn't seen for some time now. A touch of purpose amid the chaos. He gripped it tight, focusing like a spotlight on his new goals.

"Listen! It won't come to that. We can do this. Let's just think first. Okay, your-uh-master, what does he look like?" Tim spoke calmly to the confused woman. The word 'master' stole her attention, and her eyes lit up at the question. She began digging through the pockets of her coat, eventually retrieving a wallet. After rifling through it, she held out a small photo for the man to examine.

"This," She said, beaming with pride, "is my master." Tim studied the photo. It seemed to depict a man in his late teens or early twenties. A pair of glasses perched on his small nose, and the smile on his face seemed **** and nervous. The photo seemed professional, with some dull, neutral background.

"When did you take the time to snap a photo of him? Wait! Is that a school photo?!" He caught himself before he rose to a shout.

"Oh. I guess he does look a little different now. I guess I always see my little boy, even when he's all grown up. Even when his magnificent cock is filling me with..." Crystal, caught in the past, cut herself off when she noticed the stunned expression on Tim's face. "What is it?" She asked with sincere innocence.

"Your master is your own son?!" Tim exclaimed with incredulity. The sound of something falling to the ground in the shop below made them both freeze. Tim clamped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide. A surge of adrenaline sent his heart racing when chairs could be heard being moved in the storefront. Someone, something was stalking about down below.

"Fuck!" Tim whispered as quietly as he could. What ever was below moved into the bakery kitchen, rattled a few pans, and then there was nothing. Nothing but the faint sound of moaning and fucking from the crowd outside. Cutting through the calm, a rhythmic thumping rose through the wall below, followed soon by a woman's pleasured mewling. With luck, the invaders would keep themselves busy, oblivious to any more noise but their own.

"Sorry about that." Tim said in a shaky voice, trying to compose himself, "I can't believe that...wait a minute. Unless you're much older than you look, there's no way you could be his mother." He spoke as the idea came to him.

"You're a sweetheart. How are you not swarmed with girls? Timmy, once he came home, I was a...little hesitant at first. He was in so much...well, it wasn't pain, exactly. But he needed me, I could tell. It was the perfect decision! Mmm, oh, Tim. He showed me things I could never have imagined, things that I never knew I needed. I just had to make him happy, or maybe...whole. He made me whole, too. Everything was better, even my body became better. I looked like this, then. We even showed his father right after he came home. If you think that it's amazing that a woman in her forties can look this sexy, you should have seen what happened with my Ivan. Oh! We-we went to the bedroom and stripped him down. My master's thick fuck meat slid so far up his ass, while I took my husband's cock over and over. I can't even remember the whole thing, it was so intense. Ivan ended up with such a hot body. His, or I guess her, tits blew up even more than mine. Her new, hot, wet, slut-pussy was so unbelievably delicious. Oh, she couldn't even handle master's huge dick in there without my tongue in there first. She even got to keep her cock! Fuck! It only got bigger. It was...Oh, no! I did it again! Are you okay?" Crystal's reminiscing was cut short as she, once more, noticed the effect it had on her recent hero. Tim stared at her, goggle eyed and open jawed, while she recalled her infection, her body squirming with arousal. Picking his jaw off the floor, he adjusted himself to try to hide his raging erection.

"Uh, we need to come up with a plan, okay? We can't go skipping down memory lane anymore. Try to focus. Now, We won't make it too far downstairs. It sounds like there are at least a couple of them in front of the door from here to the shop, but listen. If we're quiet, we can climb out of this window, here, and make it to the roof. I was up there a couple times, and I think we can make it to the end of this row of buildings. If we aren't spotted, we should be able to climb down and get away. I guess we should wait until dark. I'll start packing up what we'll need, you try to, I don't know, cool off or something." Tim laid out his escape plan with the best heist movie impression he could muster.

"Has anyone ever mentioned that you're sexy when you take charge like that?" Crystal told him in a seductive, dreamy tone. Tim just sighed, and turned to start his packing.

The day ground on at a torturous pace. Between the unceasing fucking outside, the heat of the day, and the need to work slowly and deliberately to keep quiet, the two were stressed out. The sun's descent felt like exhaling a breath that had been unknowingly held in all day. There was only one more detail to work out before the daring escape. Tim hoped that the infected woman could hold it together this time.

"Crystal, one we hit the ground, I need to know where we'll be going. Where will your so...master have gone? Where did you already look?" The survivor question his companion, hoping to avoid another history lesson. "He left me and Ivan at home. He said that he was going to visit some friends, and that we couldn't fuck anyone until he got back, not even each other. I was so ready to...I mean, I knew something was wrong when he wasn't back after two days. I had to go and look for him. Ivan would have come, too, I think, but I wasn't going to undo the master's knots, or pull out the vibrator. I looked for my master at all his old friends houses, and I checked the supermarket. Oh, that's where he works. Then I made my way here. The master knows some people that used to work in the stores here." She tried hard to remember, the concern for her dominator keeping her on track.

Tim tried to put himself in the mindset of a horny teenager with unreasonable power; it came to him easier than he was comfortable with. "What about a girlfriend? You never said he was with anyone when he...um...he came home, right? Was he dating someone, or had his eye on someone?"

"No, he wasn't dating-oh! He did have a girlfriend named, I think it was Ashlee. They broke up a couple of years ago. He never told me why, but I think she cheated on him. He was really angry for awhile, and I never saw her come over again. Oh! Do you think that he could be fucking her right now? She'll never want anyone else ever again! She could be...I-I mean, she lived on Cunningham Street. It was 295, or was it 297? Well, I drove him there before. I'll recognize it." Crystal recounted, happy to remember so clearly.

"Cunningham was towards the lake, right? Alright, once it gets darker, we make our move. Remember, keep it quiet, stay close, and don't wander off. You watch my back, so I can keep an eye on yours." Tim took a peek around the curtains. The last rays of twilight were leaving the sky, and Polaris was already glittering over the rooftops and the trees.