Tom contemplates...

Tom threw himself wearily onto his bed and rubbed his temples to try to relieve the constant tension of the last few days.

Mrs. Hope was incorrigible and relentless, as were all of the XXX-infected women. It seemed like she would never give up on hounding him, especially now she knew he was susceptible to her feminine charms. Tom was at a loss...

Spunking over the edge of a balcony or out a window couldn't be a long term solution to his troubles and would only serve to drive those cum-starved hussies towards new reckless heights of audacity.

Just the sight of those two outrageous women within easy reach, fondling and pleasuring each other remained burned exortably onto his mind's eye. It was as though Mrs. Hope were intentionally playing out every male sexual fantasy she could think of, and she would inevitably grow more creative as time went by.

It wasn't as though she didn't have enough source material from which to draw inspiration--the internet was still functioning--and Tom imagined the depths of her potential depravity were bottomless.

Another worry weighing heavily on him was the fate of his sisters; he couldn't believe that he had left them at a school obviously over-run with the infected. He knew that women contracted the virus faster then men and even if he was uncertain of how it passed from female to female. Tom had left his sisters in a high risk situation and fled to save his own skin.

He burned with shame but in the end it had been their own choice and he wasn't sure he could have **** them back into the car if he tried. But the idea of one of his sisters becoming one of... them was unthinkable. Tom didn't know what he would do in those circumstances.

He looked up at the clock and groaned in the realization that he would have to return to the school to pick them up shortly. The days all seemed to pass too quickly with one problem following another; he didn't know how long he could keep it up. The constant temptation, always having to fight his primal instincts and the continual concern for his young siblings, seeing to their needs...

Tom sat up and tiredly swung his legs off of the bed; at the very least he could get some chores done before leaving the house to retrieve his wayward siblings. As he made his way down the stairs to the kitchen his mind wandered to Dr Turner and wished he had the same strength as that noble hero to resist those temptresses every single day in the new world outside his door.

It couldn't be easy for the poor teacher...