No she doesn't

“My grandfather, who was with the resistance, always said that in the need to survive we all do things we are not proud of. Alex I’ll say it again, you are not like those men.” Aimee reassures you.

You give Aimee a look of disbelief, that she doesn’t think you’re a monster, and rip the blanket covering your cock off revealing your hard on to her.

“You see even now I would like to...” You start to say, to be interrupted by her placing her finger on your lips.

“You are not those men.” She repeats. "This is only the reaction of a man, with a beautiful woman he‘d very much like to be with.” Aimee informs you.

Disbelief at why she doesn’t see you for the monster you are floods you prompting you to ask. “Why am I not a monster Aimee?”

“Because Alex they would feel no remorse, which you obviously feel deeply. I arrived in this country only three days before the plague, knowing no one. Me and another survivor were traveling together, he was a much older man proud that he served in Vietnam. Earlier today they ambushed us and captured us both. They tortured Henry for three hours till he died, laughing while they did it. And after they were done, the only thing they were sorry about is he didn’t take longer to die.” Aimee says to you.

Aimee moves her hand cupping your cheek. ”You are just a man trying to survive in as you Americans say, a FUBARED world.” She whispers to you, before leaning in to kiss you.

You give out an agonized groan, as your arms come up to wrap around her, and your mouths quickly open allowing you tongues to play hide and seek.