After the water war <Closed for Jewelskye>

No one truly knows what started the Water Wars what we do know is that the conflict was truly global as multi-national alliances fought each other to protect or take the resource. At the end of the massive conflict billions had died and most governments had completely collapsed.

The middle east , Eastern China and much of Eastern Europe from Berlin to Moscow was depopulated thanks the nuclear missles, Africa had completely broken down into civil strife , drought had decimated India , Mexico and Australia, South America was full of criminal gangs constantly at war with each other.

And the US?...the US had lost much of its military strenght overseas as it tried and sometimes failed to come to the aid of its allies while maintaining its own global interests, made harder by the drought in the mid west and the invasion by millions of desparate Mexicans.

The US Government is now centered around the great lakes , while they maintained over 100 enclaves protecting fresh water lakes, in between those enclaves where the rain rarely falls, scavers (cannibals always on the look for easy prey) , hordesmen (mobile groups normally on bikes) and warlords (those who control large sections of land backed by small armies) strive to survive.

Now seven years after the water war ceased the enclaves are beginning to fall, and the journey these deprocessed guardians of water and society must take to their only real salvation will be one most will not complete.





North East Nevada.

Kirk Blanchard watched the scene below two RV's had been stopped by a group of Hordesmen an hour earlier the 6 men in the RV's had been killed straight away and their bodies piled up beside on of the rv's, 8 women had been taken out of the mobile homes and raped and as they finished with one woman they put a bullet in her, unusual for Hordesmen who normally kept women so they could be sold on to slavers, if they weren't keeping the women it normally meant they were trying to get to someplace quickly or get away from something , they didn't even seem to be taking much from the RV's

"Somethings odd here" Kirk said quietly to himself. Soon there was only one woman left alive , the bulk of the Hordemen left the scene leaving three men with the woman.

A vulture came in to view and started to pick at one of the bodies, "Damm" vultures attracted other things taking his scanner Kirk looked out into the desert below and saw... "Scavers" 2 miles away, dozens of them no more than 15 minutes away.

"Comeon guys" Kirk said "finish up already"

Down on the ground, Tiny looked at the beautiful woman he was fucking his hand went roughly to her face and gripped her chin in a vice like grip, he was over 300 pounds and almost 7 ft tall, but he was called Tiny because of his two inch dick, something he allowed no conversation about "Comeon bitch you want me say it before I beat it out of you"

"Come on Tiny" a voice befind him whined "I wanna go" the speaker was weedy looking but had his dick in his hand it was hard and massive.

The third person smiled cruelly he'd already fucked the bitch and now he played with the safety on his pistol ready to finish things off before riding after the others.


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Kirk Blanchard
Was a Captain in the 2nd Company of the Special Sniper command
Age 27
5'10 toned athletic build

At school he was a dork, shunned by everyone and teased relentlessly. When the war started he joined the military like most of his peers and quickly moved into Special Ops Command , after the war he was deployed into the badlands to keep the roads open , then a change in policy abandoned the soldiers patrolling the badlands to their own resourses...most of them died many became Hordesmen or warlords and a few just wanted to be left alone....like Kirk

Alana was sobbing and screaming beneath the massive man, though thankfully for her abused sex, he wasn't all that... blessed, below the waist. That didn't hurt, especially not in comparison with the way his hips were driving into her relentlessly, slamming into her and bruising her. Aside from that, he was gripping her chin hard, and she already sported a split lip from the heavy-handed slap his friend had delivered earlier.

"Please... please stop..." she begged, but this only seemed to anger the huge man further, and finally she sobbed out. "I want you, I want you!" The man laughed cruelly and slammed into her another time or two before emptying himself within her.

"Worthless whore," he chuckled and stood, tugging his pants back on. In short order, the final man of the three was on her, pinning her down and slamming himself into her without giving her so much as enough time to prepare herself. He was huge, and she screamed, arching beneath him as pain ripped through her anew. She'd be bleeding by the time he was finished, she was sure of it. "Pretty little slut," he grunted as he slammed into her and caused her to scream again and again.

A few more slaps left her dazed, and when he finally pulled out to spray himself across the tender, abused, and bleeding folds of her hairless sex, he turned to the man with the gun. "Sure we can't keep her?"

The man just sneered and shoved him aside, leveling his gun on the girl, who was curled into a ball and sobbing nearly uncontrollably, her face buried in her hands.

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Alana Dunham
Age 25
5'1", curvaceous but still petite and fragile seeming, with fair skin and long flame red hair and mismatched, intense blue and green eyes.

After completing high school, Alana took a position in one of the few remaining libraries in the country. It wasn't the most glamorous work, but with the state the world had fallen into... finding work was difficult, especially when the only currency seemed to be water. She married when she was 19, practically bartered like cattle to the son of one of the wealthy land owners.

The enclave she'd grown up in was a safe place, and one of few that was left. That was, of course, until an especially bad attack happened, followed by two months of no rain. Her family was forced to uproot itself, and the girl who'd grown used to a life of relative comfort and privilege was loaded into a caravan of RVs with her husband of four years as they set out to find a new home.

'Good ,about bloody time' Kirk thought as he watched the man with the gun point it at the woman. He caught the merest look at the women in his sniper sight and in the deepest part of his memory he found a match...she was older now but there was no mistaking the first girl he'd ever liked she was two years younger and very popular while he was a dork but he figured being older might overcome being a dork.

She'd laughed at him as she told him no...Alana, pretty Alana everyones favourite maybe it was right that at her lifes end he was there to watch...then again what would be more justice than to take her himself , to have her and then discard her.

Waldro took his pistol and lined up the pale redhead, smiled and the sound of gunfire filled the air around them. Waldro smiled and the toppled over his forehard now a mass of red as he hit the dirt. Tiny turned around looking for the shooter

"What the...." the harshly spoken words cut short by a bullet in his right eye, the big man swayed as his hand when to his wound "what the..." the words came out deeply in shock and he to hit the ground.

Jones had only just put his massive dick back in his pants when Waldro died , now he ran but in his panic he ran away from his bike and tried to take cover behind an Rv , a bullet took him in his back his bodies momentum slammed in to one of the rv's, he was still alive as he hit the ground and would be ten minutes later when the Scavers found him, his death was not quick.

Kyle walked up to the woman he placed his boot firmly on her shoulder he said without emotion
" You have five minutes, get up, put on some clothes and be ready to leave, Scavers coming" with that Kyle walked into the nearest RV shaking open a big plastic bag.

Outside a gas can stood by a bike a small tube transferring the contents of the gas tank into the can, this was a rare treasure given an hour Kyle would have taken everything he could use but he had only ten minutes to be completely out of sight of the scavers otherwise he'd form part of their diet.

Alana scrambled to her feet when Kirk came toward her. She'd watched the men fall, and their blood was soaking into the sand. His words struck further fear into her heart, but she scrambled up into the RV nearest her and grabbed the first outfit she could find. It ended up being a tank top and a pair of form fitting jeans. Socks and shoes followed, though she just shoved the socks in her pocket, snagged a jacket, and ran outside, her sneakers loose on her feet.

Once out in the sun again, she looked at him and glanced around. Where was she supposed to go? She couldn't end up as a snack to the Scavers. That's when she saw him again, and almost feeling like a lost puppy, she followed after him as he made his rounds of the RV. She still hadn't recognized him. "Thank you... for saving my life..." she said in a trembling tone, her eyes mostly on the horizon, watching for the signs that Scavers would be coming.

"You can thank me later " Kirk said without looking at Allana his practiced eyes picking the most valuable objects , he found a fridge with vegetables and fruit no doubt picked to sustain the now deceased crew , well it would keep him feed, there were only so many MRE's he could eat in a row.

His plastic bag was only half full but Kirk wasn't tempted to try to take more , they had to go now. "Come" he said the command in his voice clear.

He ran to the gas can and removed the plastic tube gas spilling everywhere quickly putting the cap on , a chilling yell could be heard in the distance , he didn't bother looking in the direction of the yell. Immediately in front of him the ground rose steeply , there was a path wide enough for one person snaking up to the top , it was quite steep "Go up that way" refering to the path" when you get to the top keep as low as you can, DO NOT make a sound"

As the woman ran ahead his eyes briefly considered her now clothed body, time had been kind to her figure..it had been two years since he'd last fucked a woman and that had been only for an hour purchased from a slaver for a litre of water, well he'd certainly get a lot more than a litres worth of sex from Allana, as long as they both survived the next 5 minutes.


The young bucks amongst the scavers were the quickest the RV's were now only a few hundred feet away and bodies could be seen clearly , some of the runners still recalled that the RV's would have other gifts their minds not completely damaged by their diet

As the first reached the rv's the ones who's minds where lost yelled a chilling cry of success before diving to the nearest body for a their share of the meal before the bulk of their clan arrived. Others entered the Rv's and soon found their hunger satisifed by more conventional meals.

One starred up to the top of a steep climb his mind wondering if he had seen something that wasn't meant to be part of a hill.

Alana had struggled up the incline, slipping now and then, before she finally managed to reach the top. Once there, she flattened herself to the ground as best she could, trying to keep herself out of sight while still moving just a little bit at a time... the further she was from the RVs, the better, she figured.

She could hear the cries of those celebrating their find and had to bite her lip to keep from crying. Her husband, while she hadn't married for love, had been a genuinely good man... He'd cared for her, sworn to protect her... and asked only that she be loyal, obedient, and bear him a son in return.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she thought about the single pregnancy that had come of their union... and the miscarriage that had stolen the life from her womb. She'd sworn to try again, to find a way to give him the child he wanted. There marriage had been more about partnership than love and emotion, but it had worked well for them.

Once she found her way to a rather large rock, she lay there behind it and stayed as still and quiet as she could manage, praying it would all be over soon.

Kirk looked down at the feeding, for there wasn't really another word for it, he wanted to be sure they hadn't been seen before he made his escape. One of the Scavers seemed more interested in the top of the hill then he should have been but as the feeding started in earnest he'd turned his attention to getting his share of the bounty.

Kirk pushed his arms back satisfied that the Scavers weren't likely to go up to the top of the hill to look at the view.When he was enough back from the edge he stood up and put his rifle into his backand picked up the gas can and plastic bag.

He walked towards the big rock and stood over Allana "Make yourself useful " he said putting the gas can on the ground "We have to get out of here before they come back ...unless you'd like to host 100 hordesmen wondering what happened to their friends"

In the distant horizon a dust cloud could be seen no doubt bikes coming back to hurry the three hordemen who hadn't left with the others.

While the road side of the hill was steep the far side had a gentle incline, the ground around was full of gullys which made it dangerous for vehicles unless you 'really' knew the landscape it also provided good cover from anyone using the highway ahead a small outcrop of rocks could barely be seen half a mile in the distance that was their destination and what amounted to the back door of his home.

He looked at Allana ..beautiful Allana and with no emotion in his voice simply said "Come"

Alana stood when he demanded she do so, and looked at the gas tank. For a moment, she could only arch her brow. He wanted her to carry the gas can while he only carried a plastic bag? Hardly seemed fair... he was obviously in good shape and used to the harsher side of life... no doubt he had the upper body strength needed to heft the thing with ease.

Sighing, she just shook her head and reasoned that she shouldn't argue with the man who'd saved her life. Lifting the gas can in somewhat shaky arms, she half-stumbled after him, trying not to think about how her entire body ached from the rape and abuse the Warlords had put her through, or about how heavy the gas can was going to feel in a few hundred yards.

"Where are we going?"

"That small outcrop ahead" Kirk said not looking back , it was obvious she didn't recognise him, even thou he keep himself clean shaven ,a habit the military installed, had he really changed so much that his 17 year old self was not still part of facial make up? Then again Allana had probably never given him another thought.

Motor cycles could be heard clearly now, still a few miles away, but travelling fast he'd have to ensure he spoke to Allana about all that she knew because this wasn't the first group of hordesmen to come by in the last week and all were riding fast , equally several RV's had come by in the past few days so something was driving others to flee.

Before he questioned her , he had more base needs to satisfy.

It took longer than he expected , he didn't bother offering to swap items with her bu8t he allowed a couple of rests , short rests. The morals of his childhood long gone , she was his now mind and body until he sold her to someone else, the fact that she had no idea what had befallen her didn't change her reality.

A reality that would come crashing down on her soon enough

The rocky outcrop neared, the entrance was discreet and a short tunnel lead to his home for the last 5 years, another 20 minutes and he'd start to collect his reward for saving her life.

By the time they reached the outcropping of rocks, Alana's arms were burning, screaming protests at her, and her entire body was aching from head to toe. The walk gave her time to think about what had happened, as well as to actually take in the sight of her savior. He seemed eerily familiar, but she was having a hard time placing where she'd seen him before.

"Do you have a name? You seem really familiar, but I can't think of where I know you from..." She was trying to make conversation despite the aching in her muscles.

Kirk sighed, the bikes where now passing their position , the road just under a mile away, in a few minutes the Scavers would be interupted , Kirk wanted to be completely underground before that encounter began because an obvious escape route was up the hillside path...anyone getting to the top of the hill would easily see himself and Alana.

"We don't have much time, I doubt you remember me "My name is Kirk , Kirk Blanchard we both when to Eastgate High I asked you out once" his eyes moved form the road to Alana "You said no" With that Kirk turned his back to Alana his mind and stomach anger at her still for the pain she had caused and yet he was hardened to what he had to do , he wasn't here to save her but to gain from her.

"This way " He walked to a small entrance and got on his hands and knees crawling into the rocky outcrop.

After ten feet they reached what looked like a car boot. He touched a small lever and the boot opened he crawled into the boot and came out into a wide tunnel that seemed well lit, standing up Kirk purposely did not help Allana gain her feet.

"So do you recall me at all?" he asked trying not to care what the answer was...but a hidden part of him hoped she did recall him and hoped for something more from the adult Alana had become.

Alana was following him... struggling along, true, but following. She grunted with the effort required to half carry, half drag the canister of gasoline as she crawled through the car.

He introduced himself and after a brief moment, realization lit her face. Quickly moving to walk closer to him, she peered up into his face. "Kirk? Really?!" she said, though it was already obvious she believed him. "They told everyone back home that you were dead... said most, if not all, of the soldiers who were stationed out here died."

She continued to struggle along beside him, though she'd gone quiet for a brief minute. "It probably doesn't mean much, but we had a memorial for you boys that never came home..."

After a long silence followed, she broke the silence by speaking softly. "You look good... I didn't even recognize you."

Kirk stopped and closed his eyes for a moment "I've been almost dead more times than you could imagine Alana" he looked at her she was really haven't a hard time with the gas can....Good.

"Almost there" Sure enough a few more minutes of walking and they entered a wide cave that seemed to be full of light, there was furniture, old and damaged but furniture nevertheless, several wooden boxes lined one wall , a large bed and several cabinets took up another side of the cave walls and several large bowls seemed to be collecting waters, the gentle drops of the wonder liquid could be heard.

"You can put the can there " Kirk said before turning to Alana , she was a few feet away "So did you cry when they read out my name at this service" his voice hard and he closed the gap between them. "And then you can tell me how you intend to thank me for saving your life"

Alana sighed with relief when they reached the cave, and when he told her to put the gas can aside, she did so gratefully, groaning and rotating her shoulders, trying to stretch her arms and get her weary muscles to stop their incessant shaking.

He asked the strangest question then... wanting to know if she'd wept for him at the service. It was a painful memory, that day. So many she'd known announced dead, and here he was asking if she'd wept for him. "I wept for all those I knew who fell... and all those I didn't." Stripping her jacket, she draped it over the back of an armchair before sitting down to pull off her shoes. Her feet were raw and blistered from not wearing socks, but that, she reasoned, was the least of her worries. "I think I wept more for you than the others though... I was the one who lit your candle."

Her voice was quiet, pained in it's tone. "And I kept a candle burning for you for two weeks. Yours was the last one to go out." Why she felt the need to tell him that last part, she'd never know, but it felt important to her that he know that he was missed, and that people did remember him. "I'm sorry for how I treated you in school. I was cruel, and there's no excuse for that kind of behavior... You deserved better."

When he asked how she planned to repay him, Alana blinked. Repay him? She hadn't even considered that. She had nothing left... "I'm not sure what I have that I could give you that's of any value, Kirk... I can cook though... and clean... and I've a decent hand with a needle, if you need anything mended..."

Kirk really wished she hadn't told him about the candles, a few years ago such a story would have touched the bits of humanity that he kept well hidden , a few years ago he would now be changing his mind and rather than take her he would be hoping one day to earn her love and her pussy.


This day however even the small act of decency so long ago didn't change what she was to him.

"Oh you'll do all those things Alana, but your wrong when you said you had nothing of value , you have plenty of value" his words were calm "In fact you have the second most valuable commodity out here...your pussy"

"Get your clothes off now" the order clear "Get them off or I rip them off five..." several seconds went by " four......three"

It had never occurred to Alana that a single man like him would look at her body as a commodity... After all, he wasn't trading with anyone. Not to mention, even when her father gave her body away, it was into the tender care of a husband he knew would treat her well and wed her before taking her to his bed.

Shock clearly registered on Alana's face as he told her to strip, and for a moment she could only stand there, stunned. When the counting started, however, she realized that the clothes she had on were the only ones she had at all... and that meant she'd have to strip if she wanted to have anything left.

She didn't bother to unsnap her bra as she simple lifted it and her shirt, tugging them off and tossing them onto the chair before her hands moved to her jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down before pushing at the waist band. Soon, her jeans and panties joined the shirt and bra in the chair and she was crossing one arm over her chest, hiding her full breasts from him and looking at the floor, her face overcome with a look that was half shy, half frightened.

"Please, Kirk... please don't make me do this... not after what they did..." she managed to murmur, lifting tear filled eyes to look up at him.

"After what they did" Kirk said and shook his head "The world you live in now isn't all rules and playing nice"

Kirk took the arm she was using to cover her breasts and pulled her toward the bed "You think what we're about to do is the same as what they did to you" emotion clear in his voice " They fuck you and then they would have killed you...me I'll fuck you and let you live"

Getting to the bed "I risked my life for you Alana...you, not some random girl but the first girl I ever fell for, I risked everything to save you and you couldn't even 'offer' sex"

He threw her on the bed and then proceeded to take off his own clothes, his body was toned with very little fat on it ,scars covered his upper torso and arms , as he took off his pants his penis began to harden and raise, it was impressive in size.

"Your going to learn Alana that the only value you have is between your legs if you don't want to learn that lesson from me they are plenty of others who will teach you"

With that Kirk climbed on to the bed and began to move his body over Alana, his hands pushing her legs open.

Alana gasped as he dragged her to the bed and threw her onto it. She hit it and tumbled some, but landed nearly right in the middle of the mattress. Her eyes turned to look at him, frightened and tears slid down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry... Kirk, I swear... I just... I didn't know this is what you would want from me for saving me," she managed to murmur, but he was on her soon, telling her that the only value she had lay between her legs. The words stung, but she didn't argue with him. She'd heard about some places where women were bought and sold as slaves, where some women were worth little more than a few gallons of water.

Tears slid down her cheeks still and she looked up at him as he climbed atop her. Would he even try to be gentle? Would it matter to him if she tried to make this what he'd seemed to want from her all those years ago? She had to try... Had to try, for the sake of her body. She wasn't sure she could survive the brutality of the way the others had raped her again... and she wasn't even sure if he'd be as bad as them... or worse.

Lifting her head from the bed, she placed a kiss over a scar on his shoulder, and her trembling hands rose, moving to trail up and down his back. "Please?"

"Please" Kirk said , his eyes hardened "We age have a value Alana you best learn yours quickly if you wish to survive this world because theres a lot worse out there ...a lot worse"

Kirk grapped his cock , his eyes on her pussy , the cum that had spilled into her earlier still evident but he was long past the point of caring. He guide his cock head to her pussy and pushed quickly his shaft entering the slight redhead.

His hands moved to her wrists and held them above her head "Beg me Alana ...beg me to fuck you ...beg me to fuck you harder , tell me you'll go out with me" he didn't know why he hadn't the last it sounded weak sounded wrong but he was not going to make it worse by bringing attention to the strange demand.

His shaft fully entered her pussy as his body reacted to need and power "Beg me Alana"

He shoved himself into her and Alana's eyes went wide, first with shock, then squeezed them closed as pain radiated through her, sending tremors and shocks through her body from the point where they met. Her hands were pinned above her head, so all she could do was flex her fingers as he buried himself in her. Her toes curled as she tried desperately to struggle with the pain.

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes as she looked up at him, small sounds that were half squeak, half whimper leaving her. "I'll do whatever you want... Please, just please... You're hurting me, Kirk. I'll be yours... I'll be your girlfriend, your wife, anything... just please?!" She was half sobbing, her arms struggling some against the hands that pinned her wrists to the bed above her head.

Kirk thrust harder into Alana rejoicing in her pain , he wasn't a cruel man infact in this part of the world he was a 'good guy' at least compared to some of the real nightmares that lived in this shattered land but her plea's fell on deaf eyes.

"I don't need a wife or a girlfriend" his voice as calm as he could make it while his hard cock pushed deeper into her pussy "I need a whore and a slut, if I can't use you I don't need you"

Kirk moved her hands together and firmly held them in place above her head his spare hand moved to her firm tits , his hand encasing one of the petite mounds.

"Now beg me Alana beg me to fuck you harder, scream for my cock Alana...scream like your life depends on it because it does"

A mile away a pitched battle between hordesmen and the Scavers clan ended when the remaining Scavers ran off ,most of their bucks dead, the remaining Hordesmen, now having lost half their number ,rode off as night began to fall it was a risky thing to do but the Hordesmen knew what was coming.

Alana was screaming now, but the words were barely enunciated enough to be understood. She was begging, begging for all that she was worth, but it wasn't until he demanded that she beg him to fuck her harder that she switched to saying just that. She was breathless, trying desperately to find some enjoyment in all of it.

Kirk had a body most men would envy... and he wasn't by any means lacking in more intimate areas, either... but it was still difficult to find enjoyment in a man forcing her against her will.

She had to focus, to narrow her thoughts, to block out the pain, and soon she was managing to sound at least a little like she was enjoying herself. The cries were still screams, but one might possibly be able to believe that she was gaining pleasure from him. "You're... you're so big!" she managed to whimper out, and it was true.

Her legs lifted, wrapping around him, pulling him deeper within her even as pain continued to write itself across her face. "Please, please... fuck me harder, god you feel so good..."

She was lying of course ,but the words spured him on , it had been a long time since he'd heard them spoken, and even longer since they had been spoken with real meaning.

He put all his energy, all his need into his hips, his cock pushing deeper into Alana the slap of their bodies was continous. "I'm fucking you slut" the words pushed out between gritted teeth.

The hand on her tit suddenly and firmly held her chin "Your a fucking whore Alana thats all you ARRRRE" the surge of cum caught him by surprise , his body bucked as more cum explored from his cock into Alana's pussy.

"FUCK" as more cum left his body, his eyes focused ahead not looking at Alana , remembering that she was simply a vassal for his seed , her value measured by what he could get for her pussy.

Deep in the recesses of his mind a long hidden voice told him this was wrong and one day he'd pay a price for this action, but in his rage and relief Kirk never heard it.

When he finally released himself within her, Alana was sobbing desperately, her composure slipping. She heard him yell out, and her legs unwrapped, entire body trembling as she lay beneath him. Her chin was aching where he'd grabbed it, and tears were pouring readily from the outer corners of her eyes.

His words had stung more than she'd ever cared to imagine anything could. Trembling from head to toe, she turned her face away from him, shame on her features and haunting her eyes. Shame in what he'd done... in what she'd become. Part of her wished that those men had shot her... If this was how she'd spend the rest of her life... Was it really worth going on.

As she lay there, she looked almost like a broken doll, hair spread out around her, eyes downcast, tear stains on her face. But he was done... he'd cum... and soon he'd get off of her and hopefully she could try to clean herself up.

Kirk pulled himself off Alana as his cock came out of her pussy a late spurt shot out and landed on one of her breasts. Climbing off the bed he pulled his semi hard cock into shorts and walked to a box, opening it he pulled out a towel and threw it at Alana.

"Get yourself cleaned up theres some water you can use in the blue jug over there, it should still be warm" his hand pointed to the jug.

This was most likely the only place for a hundred miles where water was plentiful enough to wash in and if the denizens of this part of the world knew that he'd be dead in an hour.

Kirk looked at Alana before continuing to talk " The tunnel to the right goes for two hundred feet before it stops at a cliff you can piss and shit off the edge, don't worry there are touches making the passage, the tunnel to the left leads to surface, the highway is a mile away you can leave anytime you want to , who knows you might even last long enough to say "Fuck I miss Kirks cock"

"I'll be back in ten minutes and then we'll eat"