Tom at home and worried...

Tom watched Mrs. Hope through the hallway window.

She had continued to tend her garden for over an hour after he had safely locked himself within the family home and then… nothing.

"What are you up to, Pamela?" He whispered, peering through a gap in the drawn curtains.

He had been expecting something more… nefarious from her. She knew for certain that he was in the house but she had just continued weeding her flower beds and turning soil like she did before the infection.

He held his breath when she had reached for the hose, expecting her to spray herself down like a Miami Beach Championship wet t-shirt contestant in an attempt to stoke his lusts. Instead she had simply watered her garden and lawn then casually washed the clinging dirt off of her hands and legs.

The sight of her long golden legs glistening wet with the moisture was certainly alluring but it was hardly on par with the lewd performances she had been putting on for him over the past few weeks. Tom didn’t know what to make of it, now he could catch glimpses of her moving about her kitchen.

“What the heck? Is she actually… baking?” He asked the empty air in astonishment.

He suddenly felt silly for getting all panicked at her ostensibly ordinary behavior but in a way his reaction still made some kind of sense.

At least when she had been calling for him to publicly mount her out in the street or openly masturbating in clear view of his bedroom window he knew what she was up to but now… she was acting completely and unpredictably normal! With all the placid gardening and now the cooking….

Tom wandered up to his bedroom and glanced out the window. His room faced onto the side of Mrs. Hope’s home and she was well aware of that, using it to make open gestures of invitation to him whenever he was alone. But now she wasn’t doing anything of the sort and it made him extremely wary.

Flopping back onto his bed Tom stared up at the ceiling and tried to reconcile the many worries racing through his head.

How safe would the girls truly be at college? What had happened to Dr Turner? How was he going to feed them when the little money they still had ran out? And what was he going to do about this Gymnastics tournament that Britney had her heart set on? Though that last one was still a few days away.

A few days might as well be an eternity as things stood right now.

He desperately wished that his sisters weren’t at school mingling with the XXX-infected population there, it seemed beyond stupid but what other choice did he have?

If he had kept them locked up isolated in the house then they would be little more than prisoners anyway and that would have driven them all mad. Tom rolled onto his belly and turned on the television to check for any fresh news of what was happening out there in the wider world. Perhaps there was somewhere free of this XXX plague.

Some kind of safe-zone where he could take his sisters and be free of all the maddening temptation.

Flicking through the channels, past the many stations solely advertising ‘promiscuous companionship’ and ‘erotic escorts’ he came to rest on Channel Twelve.

This news broadcasting channel had died out early in the epidemic, abandoned by its staff as they succumbed to the XXX-virus and had aired nothing more than the live image of an empty newsroom desk for weeks. Except today it revealed a tall uniformed policeman making an announcement.

Tom stared at the officer as he began to speak. The poor guy looked flushed and jittery but he was still, by all appearances, a man and that lent his words real weight…