Chapter 1

Alice Appleyard was in the full bloom of her nubile change from a not-quite grown-up teenage girl to young womanhood with all the necessary tools of feminine seduction to propagate the human race.

Her surprise confrontation with the blood red reality of femininity made her a little fearful at first, but her best friend in all the world, Jessica with her constant optimism even when she failed miserably at math and other subjects that filled her with sense of boredom so acute that she would rather fall asleep than open a textbook told her with a knowing smile on her pretty face,

“It’s time for us to find some boys!”

Alice was just the polar opposite of the flighty Jessica saddled with her focus on the size of boy’s masculine equipment and constant concern if she had enough money to buy a new pair of “had to have” high heels to show off her posterior curves to the best angle of appealing sensuality.

Alice could never remember ever thinking about how her ass looked to the silly boys that seemed to have nothing better to do than just sniff after the recently graduated into womanhood teenage girls in the neighborhood. The annual crop of newly fully developed females had a desperate need to learn all the ins and outs of discovering the differences between the sexes without sacrificing too much of their female dignity too fast and too hard. Those girls usually became pregnant before they got married and the shame followed them all their adult life.

Jessica was in the “I don’t care” camp on that score and Alice was far more cautious and decided she would study on it for a little bit before giving up any virgin territory to some strange boy just because he had a sufficiently long and hard enough dick to get the job done properly from a woman’s point of view.

Since the general attitude with the young females was more along Jessica’s line of thinking, the entire region had a relatively high ratio of unwed mothers poised to increase the population figures on that side of town before the following spring.

Alice decided it was more important for her to learn as much as possible whilst the government was paying for her education. This was a time when society demanded equal status for both boys and girls and no preference for the males according to the law. Of course, that would all change as soon as the female was proven fertile and would create her own little unit of production in human terms.

In essence, it would still be a valued product that would add to the GDP in measurable terms.

It all seemed such a waste to Alice because she wanted to do something that was to her credit and not to the credit to some strange male that would make her take his name and become his chattel for life. That didn’t seem particularly fair to her because she had so many things she wanted to do before she settled down tied to some future spouse and domesticated to the point of obedient submission.

Her parents didn’t understand her, even Jessica didn’t quite understand her, and it was certain that the priest with darling red hair didn’t understand her even when she had to lift her skirt and take her penance the old fashioned way with her knickers down. She sensed the young priest had sort of obsession with the whole spanking penance thing but it made her feel so good deep inside that she just sobbed and pretended that she was totally humiliated because she knew it was just what the young priest wanted. After those sessions, they would both kneel down and pray together and she terribly felt close to him despite the fact he was committed to a life of celibacy and abstinence from the female gender. It seemed a silly rule to her because she was positive they would be a good couple together and she wouldn’t do anything to interfere with his priority of “saving souls” from hell and the fiery depths down below.

One of the books that Alice was reading when the terrible earthquake and storm hit their rural village was called “Life in Prehistoric Times” and she remembered that most of the humans of that period were more interested in finding food to fill their bellies and a safe place to rest their head at night rather than in matters of sex and actually “doing it” with some demanding dick-head that only wanted a tingle to make him smile before drifting off to sleep hoping that the animals outside were too cautious to enter their secluded cave.

It seemed to most of the survivors of the earthquake that the worse was over but then the reality of the tidal wave “Tsunami” swept over the village with savage fury and she blacked out losing all contact with current events as she clung to the tall tree with a grip of steel in her slender thighs and her softly muscled arms and shoulders.

Alice woke up to a strange sight.

There were no huts or shacks or stacks of wheat or farm animals waiting to be fed.

It appeared that she was alone in a severely tested landscape that was still damp with the recent soaking of sea water that took forever and a day to recede and go back to whence it came.

She was fortunately up high in a sole palm tree with sweeping fronds that bent with the wind and was most receptive to her clinging grasp.

Alice had fully expected to find the landscape filled with the scattered bodies of her friends and neighbors, but the land was bare and barren. No evidence of human habitation or domestic animals that were part of the food chain and assisted the humans in their struggle for survival. She did see her grandfather’s short handled axe at the base of the tree and she assumed it had just stayed right there because it was too heavy to be swept out to sea with the remainder of the evidence of the recent tragic events.