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He was around 5'10'' with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.
As he eyed 's carefully, Jessica realized that 's breasts were hanging out of
's torn jumpsuit. pulled it over them and fixed 's bra. ``You aren't
going to rape me?'' asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.
It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica's guess was right. Before
the war had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.
's savior started his car's engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.
Jessica stood up, running 's fingers through 's hair, which now hung
loosely about 's shoulders, tried to compose herself. ``I'd like to thank
you. My n
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