How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 55
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 55 - David Howard is fed up with his life in the Mafia-controlled state of New Jersey, even if it is the only state with a working government in the post-apocalyptic world that exists since Fireball Day. Between his mob-loving (literally) wife Andrea and his psycho gay ex-friend and boss with benefits, Steven, David is more than ready to call it quits. He just won't get to do it alone.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Humor Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Uncle Niece BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Menstrual Play Public Sex Nudism Politics
1445 hours, local time
Tuesday, 16 June, 2015 (23 months after Fireball Day)
Dubuque County Courthouse
Dubuque, Iowa
“Governor, urgent message ... Army of the New Covenant forces have launched a major ground offensive against the Nation of Islam, breaching the Jefferson City Accords! They have opened a salient in NOI defenses, weakening the Elijah Muhammad Line!” an aide informed the Prophet David Howard, who was also Interim Governor of Iowa Free State.
Tozroman, the demon who served as Secretary of War, added, “Our brethren in eastern Missouri, especially St. Louis, are eager to invade the Commonwealth of the New Covenant now. What say you?”
“Tell them to make sure that they’re ready, properly mobilized, but then strike hard and deep. It might take a few days, but they don’t want to go off half-cocked, unprepared for the next step. We want this victory to stick,” the Prophet insisted.
“In the meantime, the damage could be immense, especially in western Missouri. The Elijah Muhammad Line is unlikely to hold up against such pressure! This could enable Russell Rao to resume plans for capturing Omaha,” Andrea Howard, his first wife, coolly observed.
“The Nation of Islam is such a strange ally for us, full of racism itself and crackpot origin stories, but then again the United States and the British Empire aligned themselves with the Soviet Union against Hitler. In wartime, the enemy of my enemy is truly my friend,” Melanie Howard remarked.
Another aide arrived, panting, clutching a radio transcript. “Governor—Vandalia has fallen! The Justice Party leaders ... they’ve taken their own lives rather than surrender. Cyanide capsules. Enemy morale has collapsed since then. The war in Illinois is over!”
“Soon, Illinois will be whole once again. The Illinois Free State. I can hardly wait!” Denise Howard, the Prophet’s niece by marriage ... and second wife, remarked now.
“Meanwhile, the Battle of Indianapolis continues its nasty progress, the butcher’s bill rising even as the New Democratic Movement’s territory shrinks to mere blocks and districts in depth. The Evansville Compact Coalition’s victory is a matter of days now, perhaps mere hours,” Tozroman resumed.
“Excellent news! The reunification of Indiana is close at hand, too, then,” the Prophet beamed at this news.
“Everything is going our way,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak grinned.
“For now, and only assuming that we can break the New Covenant forces in Missouri,” Jenny Howard noted.
“Always the realist,” the Prophet sighed, rubbing his temples. “Part of why I keep you around, Jenny, along with your sweet ass.”
“It’s a pretty ass, isn’t it?” the Prophet’s naked, Puerto Rican wife, a former bank teller, winked at him.
“Governor, there are also the Havenite communities in central and southern Kansas, especially Wichita. Radio traffic indicates movement northward from Wichita, Park City, etc. It wouldn’t take much time for them to close the distance and hit Rao where it hurts,” Amanda Howard reminded him.
Tozroman’s clawed fingers tapped impatiently on the tactical map spread across the war table. “We have reports that Rao’s forces are stretched thin, trying to keep an eye on Omaha while maintaining pressure on Kansas City. He’s gambling on our indecision.”
“Let’s roll the dice ourselves. The Iowa Free State Militia now has troops mobilized in Council Bluffs. It’s time to reinforce Omaha and begin probing attacks as well as recon missions to test their mettle. We no longer have to be bystanders or slip aid through on the sly. We’re strong enough to hit them hard in Nebraska,” the Prophet announced.
Andrea leaned forward, her fingers tracing the route on the map. “Sending forces west through Sioux City would flank Rao’s defenses. But the Havenites moving from Kansas—if we coordinate with them, we could squeeze Rao’s forces like a vise.”
The Prophet’s eyes flickered with something darker than strategy—recognition of a moment ripe for total annihilation.
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