That she needs more information.

"Friends?" she says with more then a hint of fear in her voice.

"Well, new friends. Just met them this morning."

Miki pulls herself inward very small and you can't help but feel a little sad that the delicious body you were enjoying a few minutes ago is now hiding away again.

"Oh my god," she says on the verge of panicking, "you aren't in one of those militias, are you?"

"What? No, no no. Their names are Erin, with an E, and Brittney. They were being. . .well, they'll tell you that if an when they want you to know. . .and are now hiding out in my little shelter."

You can almost see the waves of relief that go over Miki's face and instead of trying to pull away from you she now rushes inward, trapping you in a hug like she was dying of thirst and you were the only water for miles.

"Thank god. I've been hiding from those militias for months, and they are everywhere. I think I've seen maybe a dozen men not in militias since I left San Francisco when the Black Tuesday Virus hit."

She's sobbing now, like she's been holding tears in her whole life. San Francisco? That's days, if not weeks, from here even if you do have a car. She must have spent the whole time traveling. She seems to regain her composure, breaking her grip on you and backing off, but not stepping away further then a step or two.

"Sorry, I always get really emotional after a good fuck- which it was. A bit quick, but definitely what I needed."

"No problem, I think. The militias really are everywhere?"

She gets somber again, but controls herself, "Yeah, I was living with my father, a doctor, in San Fran and he lived long enough to figure out a few things about the virus. Most Virus work by taking over a cell's ability to copy DNA and making enough copies of itself to burst the cell. He thought Black Tuesday did all this and made the cell do all this too fast to maintain it's structure, which is why it killed so fast."

"What's that have to do with the militias?"

"I'm getting to that. He also thought that because of this the virus would mutate quickly, meaning that occasionally someone would get lucky and would catch a weaker non-lethal version of Black Tuesday. That's how there were survivors, if someone caught a non-lethal strand of Black Tuesday first it would act like a vaccine against the lethal version. Unfortunately, since some cellular processes have been made to work faster this means that some instincts have been heightened. The pack-social instinct for example, and the mating instinct."

"Explaining the militias, and our little, um. . ." you catch yourself, not sure how she wants to handle it.

"Yeah, it does- and thank you. A lot of militias keep captured women and put them into **** camps, there's a large militia nearby that converted what used to be a ritzy hotel into one actually. I came here looking for some family that may have lived and started feeling the itch. I spent 3 days looking for a non-militia man, and if I hadn't found you I might have fucked the wrong guy and ended up there. Thank you."

And with that she leans in for a passionate kiss, one that you really don't want to end. She does break it long enough to add one more thing.

"Are you fucking Erin and Brittney?"

"They've offered and I wanted too, but it felt like I was taking advantage of them so I turned them down."

"I think you should. If they aren't fucking you they'll leave to fuck someone else. Even if it does feel like taking advantage of them it's better you are then an entire squadron of gun-toting maniacs. Besides, not many guys get to live with three women he finds fuckable that are all begging for turns with his cock." she finishes, speaking dirty as she begins rubbing against you again.

She does have a very good point, and you begin to feel a little worried about leaving Erin and Brittney alone with the militias and their bodies conspiring against them. However Miki has definitely gotten back into the mood and is not only trying to stick her tongue down your throat but has stuck a hand under your shirt.