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Chapter 7 by CrawlingM CrawlingM

Any problems on the way back home?

No, not really

As you walk down the streets, you realize the town is awfully quiet. There's not really anyone outside. It's quite cold though, so if everyone had what they needed you would sympathize with them wrapping themselves under a blanket and reading a good book.

"Heh, look over there," Alex whispers and points to a window high up in a building where the lights were silhouetting two persons through white sheets. One of them fucking the other furiously from behind. "Weirdos. You think they know what they're doing?"

"Probably," you chuckle as you keep your pace. It's hard to tell from here much about their silhouettes, but from the looks of things the one doing the fucking got some massive tits on their chest. And maybe some sort of muzzled mask? "What's the word, voyeurs?"

"It's all French to me," Alex shrugs and glances up at the sight, "But I don't mind to watch."

"There's probably a French word for that as well," you retort with a chuckle as the sight disappears behind another building. Did you see a tail swishing behind one of them? Eh, you're not interested in going back to double check.

You move silently down a few streets before you arrive at your apartment complex' gateway, locking yourself in.

"Mission accomplished!" Alex whispers happily and hums some victory song from a GTA game of old as you climb the stairs to your apartment.

"Well, there wasn't a single car to be seen, or heard," you note, feeling a bit more worried even if elated that you've not been arrested for breaking curfew.

"Government following their own orders? Sunday? I think today's a Sunday, right? I lost count... Either way, I don't know. Maybe we got lucky: Went out between shifts. I'm pretty sure I heard a car yesterday driving by outside," Alex sputters in a carefree tone as you unlock the door to your apartment.

"Maybe," you concede as you let Alex walk in first, who leaves the basket in the kitchen before jogging into his bedroom for a moment, returning without his jacket and shoes. "Time to cook something hot!" he declares as he digs out a bag of rice and a box of canned chicken.

You smile and nod. It's been days since you had any meat.

Time flies when you've gotten a nice meal

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