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are you to keep happy, hm?"
    With a light shrug of his shoulders he gave her a look over,
"Lookin’ as you do, won't be difficult I don’t
think." Testing his luck again he brought his hand back over to
her, laying it directly upon her thigh this time as he spoke quietly
near her ear. "You’re a real good lookin’ gal, and I
ain’t half bad myself," he said with a confident grin,
"I’ll make it fun for us both even. And you come along for
the ride, paid and no worries."
    "And I can leave whenever I want, right?" she still
spoke with such confident determination, even as she appeared to be
capitulating to him. "And you and your... caravan won’t
hurt me," she added on.
    With a bit of a laugh he nodded, smiling unevenly, "Yeah,
that’s right. Leave whenever you like, as long as you keep me
happy in the mean time–and I mean real happy–and none of
us’ll harm you, I can guaran-damn-tee that," he said, his
fingers probing along her inner thigh again brazenly as he lofted a
brow and gave her a querying look.
    Despite her calm exterior, she felt her heart beat begin to pick
up in her chest and her breathing grow more shallow, despite her best
attempts to keep it well paced. Looking back to the fire, her lips
were parted and her face conflicted. Still, a thread of excitement
was being tugged through her, that same familiar feeling that she had
when she first left the bunker. That feeling of adventure and risk,
of things new and unknown.
    When she looked back at him, her eyes danced with her hidden
desires, and she gave a nod of her head, "Subject to revision, I
currently agree to your terms."
    His smirk widened further still to full-fledged grin, and he gave
her thigh a squeeze. With a shrug over his shoulder he indicated back
to the hallway towards the kitchen she’d searched so thoroughly
earlier, "C’mon then." He was getting up almost as
soon as he said it.

Chapter 4
    She was a bit slower, though that wasn’t saying much, and
she dusted off her behind as she walked. A tentative glance was given
to the sleeping travellers, but there was something much more
demanding on her mind, and her steps quickened to keep up.
    As far as losing one’s virginity went, it surely wasn’t
ideal. But then, no ideal situation had ever popped up, not with how
much everyone gossiped in the bunker. Even Marim couldn’t be
trusted with her virginity, though the brief thought brought a pang
of regret. She probably would have slept with him after she found out
she was leaving, if it didn’t feel like it was going to be an
emotional event.
    Alexandra didn’t really sign on for that type of thing.
    Stranded out there in the wastes of the old civilization,
following after a handsome stranger, it was her best option.
Especially if he was going to be her ticket to get to safety. She
further justified to herself, she would be saving lives as she did;
she certainly couldn’t say she had an opportunity to do that
before.
    Jarago had moved so silently and quickly, he was already in the
old kitchen, throwing his trench coat over top of one of the less
filthy tables, leaving it spread out as sort of a blanket. She could
see him now a bit better, even in the dim light of the room, lit only
by the small windup lamp he’d brought. The vest he wore was
apparently padded with some protection, and he wore nothing on
beneath, showing off his dark muscled arms. It was obvious he didn’t
sit back on his missions doing nothing.
    Brushing his long, straight hair back, he undid the vest and
leaned against the table, watching her. "Fresh from the bunker,
huh?" he asked, "When’d you leave?" His voice
was quiet, not carrying beyond the room with the two of them.
    "This morning," she moved towards him, standing just
inches away with her arms folded under her breasts as she looked up
at his face, the shadows dancing across both of them, flattering them
both. Not that she needed flattering lighting to be attractive. Her
features were beautiful and clear of