Send Ritter back to bed

Ritter leans in, his breath hot on your face, his lips parted slightly. You close your eyes and wait for his kiss. You open your mouth to him as his tongue slides across yours. You gasp as his hand slides up your thigh and squeezes your sex through the fabric of your cargo pants.

Suddenly, your sense return. You push Ritter away from you. He gives you a wounded look.

"No," you cut him off. "Not tonight."

"Come on...," he pleads.

"No," you reply.

"Not even a handjob?" He begs.

"Ritter," you sigh, momentarily considering it and then adding, "No. You go back to sleep. I'll come wake you up when it's your turn for a shift."

Ritter grumbles and hops down from the checkout. He's pissed, but still under your control, and that's what matters. To be able to trust Ritter you have to have something he wants, something keeping him well-behaved. The worst part is, you wanted it too.

You watch him sink down to his blanket and lay his head on the rolls of paper towels he's using for a pillow.

The rest of your watch passes uneventfully. No crazies. No marauders. Just the dark of night and the roar of rain hammering against the grocery store occasionally punctuated by the flash of lightning or the peel of thunder. When the lightning flashes you can sometimes see crazies shambling around in the distance, but they never do come near the store.

With about four hours to go until daylight you hop down off the checkout and groan as you stretch your weary muscles. You limp over to Ritter's lump on the floor and kneel down next to him. You shake his snoring body with both hands and he finally stirs.

"You're up," you say to him.

Ritter rolls to his feet and you slide over to the blanket you prepared next to Cassie. As you lay down and settle in beneath the blanket you see the teenager is awake. She looks at you and gives you a tired smile.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi," you reply as you lay your head down.

You feel the ache of lust between your legs as you look at the pretty young woman. You've never considered yourself a lesbian, but she's a good-looking girl and you feel a bit unsatisfied after your run in with Ritter earlier.

The dark thought crosses your mind that you could just **** yourself on her. Take whatever satisfaction you wanted. The idea disgusts you, disgusts you that you would even think of something like that, but the world is changing.