Chapter 7

Day 113 - September 11

We did a lot of traveling the next day and went through four states. We got on I-95 in DC and took it all the way to Trenton, NJ. We passed Baltimore, Wilmington, DE, and Philadelphia on the way. We didn't stop at every exit to put up signs, but we hit the majority of them.

For some reason we weren't nearly as tired as were the night before. We had taken turns driving during the day and those who weren't driving took turns putting up the signs. Sandy and Syl prepared our evening meal while we were driving, so after we had set up for the night they served us a wonderful Beef Stroganoff. This was made possible because Jenny had learned to make sour cream during the summer. It sure tasted great.

Tiffany had ridden shotgun every time I had driven that day and we did a lot of talking. I found out she had been a bit of a child prodigy and had finished high school at the age of fourteen. She'd had her Bachelor's Degree when she was seventeen and her Doctorate by the time she was twenty.

Tiffany's major had been in microbiology. She had taken a teaching position at a well-known university with the hopes of being able to do some research when she was established. Unfortunately, IT happened before she could accomplish that.

Since I was a virologist we had a lot in common.

Day 114 - September 12

We stayed on I-95 the next day going through New Jersey and a tip of New York and on into Connecticut. It was almost like driving through the same city all day. The going was a lot slower here because of so many vehicles stopped on the highway. It seemed like the city dwellers weren't smart enough to get off the roads before they died.

Fred had welded a very solid bumper across the front of our RV. It was welded directly to the frame of the vehicle and it made short work of most of the blockages. We did have one spot where there had been an eleven-car pile-up where we had to hook on to some of the cars with a cable and pull them away from the pile before we could push them out of the way.

We were a tired bunch when we pulled into Stamford, CT, so we decided to call it a day. Dinner consisted of leftovers and sandwiches. No one felt like cooking.

The people from Bill's RV took off right after we ate, but the rest of us sat around talking for a while. Tina was snuggled on my lap while Sandy and Syl sat on either side of me. Tiffany was sitting in a recliner with Kammie snuggled on her lap. We had been talking about everything that had gone on during the day when Tina asked, "Ed, when are we going to marry Tiffany and make an honest woman out of her?"

I was thunderstruck. "What? Tina... You don't even know if Tiffany would want to marry us. Don't embarrass her like that."

"Oh, I'm not embarrassed, Ed," Tiffany said. "Actually Tina, Sandy, Syl and I have been talking about this a lot. We're all willing if you are."

I was smiling from ear to ear when I said, "Tiff, anyone would have to be out of their mind not to want to marry you. You and I have talked a lot over the last few days and we have one hell of a lot in common. Besides that, you are as beautiful as my other wives. The only problem I have is in what's going to happen when we get all of the new people in the community. Are you still going to want me or are you going to find someone else you like better. The commitment we've made to each other is for life. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, I can, Ed. We do have a lot in common, which would be grounds, itself for us to get married. Above and far beyond that, I've come to realize just how good a person you are. I love you, Ed and I love each and every one of your wives."

"Well, Tiff, I have to admit I've been very impressed with you as well. Not only in how you've interacted with my wives and me but in how you've interacted with Kammie. I think I've loved you since that first night you spent in our RV. Maybe even before. I know I was very pleased it was you and not Eve who would be sleeping in our RV."

"In that case, when's the ceremony?" Syl asked.

"Just can't wait to get your hands on her, can you, Sweety?" I asked Syl.

"I don't even know if she would be interested in that kind of thing," Syl said as she poked me in the ribs.

"Well... I've never done anything with a woman before, Syl, but I've never felt for another woman what I feel for you guys either. I guess we'll just have to see how it turns out."

"Just so you know," Sandy said. "You are not required to have sex with anyone. I'm sure you will want to with Ed, but if you just want to be our sister, that's alright too."

"I know, Sandy. That's one of the things I love about you guys."

Sandy decided she'd sleep with Kammie and give Tiffany a chance to snuggle with the rest of us. I must say, Tiffany is a pleasant armful. I was laying on my back with Tina on one side of me and Tiffany on the other. Syl was behind Tiffany, who had her head on my shoulder and her leg over mine. Tiffany's ample breasts were pressed into one side of my chest while Tina's were pressed into my other side.

I tilted Tiffany's head up and kissed her tenderly. We both sighed and snuggled in to go to sleep. After a couple of minutes Tiffany said, "Whoever is stroking my hip had better stop or I'm going to cum all over Ed's leg."

Syl giggled and said, "I'm sorry Tiff. I just couldn't resist it."

"That's okay, Syl. It felt really nice. You know, it didn't seem to matter that it was a woman's hand stroking me instead of a man's. It just felt good and loving."

We all drifted off to sleep shortly after that.

Day 115 - September 13

Sandy roused us out before dawn the next morning and we went outside and repeated our marriage vows. Tiffany was now our wife.

We took I-95 until we came to I-91 we decided to head north there and ended up spending the night in Springfield, MA. My father had been stationed in Springfield when I was a kid, but other than some place names, I didn't remember it at all.

After dinner we all sat around for a while trying to decide where to go from here. Bill wanted to head east to Boston, then maybe go up into Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont. I thought we should spend more time in New York state, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana and Illinois.

We ended up deciding to split up. I know that in some ways that didn't sound like the smartest thing in the world to do, but it also made a lot of sense in a way. We could definitely cover a lot more ground that way and we'd have a better idea of survivors from different parts of the country.

Tina said she'd sacrifice herself and sleep with Kammie, so the rest of us headed for the bedroom. Tiffany and I slid in beside each other and kissed for a few minutes. I noticed that Syl and Sandy were doing the same on the other side of the bed. "Does it bother you, having an audience?" I asked Tiff.

"No, I don't think so. I really hadn't paid any attention to them after we started kissing. Besides, one more kiss like the last one and I'd rape you on the fifty yard line in the middle of the Super Bowl."

"In that case," I said as I began kissing her again. I moved from her lips after an eternity and nibbled down her neck. I kissed and licked her shoulder then started working towards her breasts. I circled her left breast, kissing and licking, spiraling toward her very erect nipple, but I never let myself reach this morsel. Instead I moved to her right breast and gave it the same treatment. Tiffany's breath was coming in gasps as I finally took her right nipple between my lips and gently sucked it into my mouth.

I applied my tongue to her nipple, licking and sucking until I thought she was going to cum from that alone, then I moved to her other nipple and did the same. I could have kept playing with her breasts and nipples for the rest of the night, but I could tell Tiff was becoming a little frustrated.

I started kissing my way down her stomach and when I reached her belly button, I pressed my tongue inside. Tiff giggled and pushed my head away. "I'm very ticklish there," she told me.

I took the hint and moved on down to her pussy. I nuzzled her strawberry blond pubic hair for a few minutes while Tiff kept raising her pelvis, trying to get me to make contact with her pussy. I didn't tease her any longer. I made one long lick from her perineum to her clit, then narrowed my tongue and let it slide between her lips.

Tiff was a firecracker. I hadn't been working on her pussy for thirty seconds when her first climax hit. Her second came shortly thereafter. While she was coming down from her second orgasm, she grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up where she could kiss me.

"I need you inside me," she gasped. "NOW!"

"Yes, dear," I said with a grin as I moved my cock to where the head was splitting her nether lips. I was looking into her eyes as I slid inside her hot, wet channel. Both of us sighed when our pubic hair meshed.

Tiffany had two more major orgasms before I emptied myself in her tight, wet pussy. Afterwards, we snuggled and watched Syl and Sandy as they pleasured each other. We both drifted off to sleep before they finished.

Day 116 - September 14

Everyone was up early. This was the morning we were parting ways with Bill and his family. We had fitted both RVs with CB radios and 2KW transmitters before we left Kentucky, so we knew we could probably keep in touch at all times. We all gathered outside after breakfast and said our good-byes.

Bill followed us to I-90 where he turned east and we turned west. We followed I-90 to Albany, NY, then turned west on I-88. It was a long day and we made a lot of stops. We had to stop once to load up on sign holders and I was beginning to wonder if the 2000 signs we had printed up were going to be enough.

We stopped for the night in a small town not far out of Albany. We had a nice family evening before turning in early.

I probably don't mention Kammie as much as I should. She is truly a joy to have around. On an evening like this, she would sit on each of our laps for at least a while. Although she was totally naive about some things, she could joke with the best of us on things she did know about.

Day 117 - September 15

Up until this point, Tina, Syl and I had only seen one other vehicle being driven by someone outside our group since we had left California. That had really turned out badly, as Tina had to kill the other driver. When we saw the RV ahead of us trying to creep along on a blown front tire, we hoped we wouldn't run into some of the same problems.

I was driving at the time, so I asked Tiffany to call Bill on the CB and let him know we were going to be offering help to a motorist in distress. I let my other wives know to arm themselves, then I pulled alongside the other vehicle.

The other driver, a man, knew I was coming up behind him and I figured he'd taken some precautions himself. I waved to him, pulled ahead by about a quarter of a mile, then pulled over to the shoulder. I slipped on a pair of shorts and got out to wait for him. Tina put on some clothes and joined me.

The other driver pulled in behind me then got out of his vehicle. As he got close, he held out his hand and said, "I'm Rob Stamper."

"I'm Ed James and this is my wife, Tina," I said. "Can we be of any assistance with your tire problem?"

"That would be nice," he laughed. "Leave it to me to pick an RV with no spare and not even notice."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm sure we can help you out. It looks like the rim is shot as well. Would it be easier to get a new tire and rim, or just get a new RV and move your stuff over?"

Stamper thought for a minute then said, "It'd probably be easier to get a new RV and move our stuff over. We don't have a lot except clothes and food stuff and those can be replenished anywhere."

"How many are in your group?" I asked.

Stamper seemed a little hesitant, but finally answered; "There are four of us, my three wives and me. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all. I was just wondering if you'd all like to ride with us to pick out a new RV, or if you wanted to leave some people here. There are six of us, my wives, our daughter, and me. There's plenty of room in our RV if you'd all like to come along."

"Let me talk to my wives and see what they say," Stamper said. His stock just went up in my market.

Stamper went back into his RV and Tina and I waited outside for him to return. He was gone for several minutes, but when he came back he was smiling. "My first wife, Jill, says that if you're willing we should just bring our weapons, some keepsakes, and a change of clothes over and not even bother coming back for the rest of the stuff. Could you guys handle that?"

I looked at Tina and she nodded. "Yeah, that would be fine," I said. "I'll let everyone else know what's going on, then I think we should take the battery out of your old RV so we'll have something to get the new one running."

Tina and I went back into our RV while Stamper went to help his wives get ready. We agreed that everyone should put on at least some clothing, so the women and Kammie scrambled around and got dressed. Not long after, we heard a knock at the door.

Stamper was standing there; his arms loaded with weapons. With him were three nice looking women similarly burdened. I stepped out and opened the luggage compartment for them. It took two more trips before they had everything they wanted to recover from the old RV. My wives helped while Rob and I removed the battery and stored it in the luggage compartment. It was nice to see that all of Rob's wives carried a handgun on a web belt.

We all piled into our RV and introductions were made all around. Rob's wives were Jill Bostwick, Linda Click and Charise Payne. Charise was a gorgeous black woman, who rivaled Syl in her beauty. I asked Rob if he'd like to ride shotgun while we drove on down to Binghamton. He agreed, so we took off.

Rob was a well-built, physically fit young man in his early twenties. I found out he had been an Army helicopter pilot before IT happened. He described what the last days had been like for him and how he'd met each of his wives.

"So, where are you headed?" I asked.

"Actually we don't have a specific destination. We're heading for a warmer climate where we hope to set up a farm. Scavenging is only going to work for a short while. If we don't start producing what we need, the race is going to die out," he said.

I yelled for Tina to bring up one of our fliers so he could take a look at it. I was a little surprised when Jill brought it forward. My ladies had already passed out fliers to Rob's wives, so they were ahead of their husband. Jill stayed and watched Rob as he read.

When he finished reading, Rob had a big smile on his face. "This sounds like just exactly what we need," he said. "Do you really have electricity?"

"Twenty-four-seven," I said. "We also have a water treatment plant and a sewage disposal plant in place and operational. We should have about thirty acres with a chain-link fence around it by the time we get back. Dogs have been a real problem."

"Yeah, we've had a lot of problems with them too. We've seen a lot of cattle and sheep that have been killed by what we guess were dogs."

"So, what do you think? Are you interested in joining us?"

Rob looked at Jill and she nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely," he said.

I told them we were headed to Missouri and hoping to pick a lot of new people. "You can either follow us or we can meet you somewhere," I said.

"I think we'd like to follow you," Rob decided. "That way we can get to know you guys a little better before we get to the village."

We found an RV dealer in Binghamton and Rob's family selected a large motor home. We made sure it had a spare tire and that all of the tires were properly inflated. We exchanged the battery in it with the one we'd taken out of the old RV. It didn't take us long to get it started, then we found a truck stop and filled its tanks and topped off ours.

The grocery store we found hadn't been opened since IT happened. We filled their water tank with bottled water and they stocked up on canned goods. It was late afternoon by the time we had finished all of this, so we decided to spend the night.

We learned more about Rob that evening and about Jill, Linda and Charise as well, as we prepared and ate a delicious meal. Rob was a fixed wing aircraft pilot as well as flying helicopters for the army.

Jill had been a paralegal before IT happened which was as she put it, "a totally worthless set of skills. I am a good cook though, and I'm as cute as hell." This was said with a giggle that made me agree with her, even though she had been teasing.

Linda had been an elementary school teacher and I assured her we'd be putting her talents to work. Charise had been a martial arts instructor. We didn't know it at the time, but hers would prove to be a very useful skill for us in the future.

Day 118 - September 16

We now had two weeks until we were due in Crestwood, Missouri. I got out the maps and did some figuring and come up with a figure of roughly a thousand miles. In a car, before IT happened, I would have figured a two-day trip. Now, with the time it took to refill our fuel and water and the time it took to dump our sewage, I'd add at least another day.

Putting out signs almost tripled our travel time. Since I wanted to get there a few days early, we decided to start toward Crestwood. We headed south on I-81 until we reached I-80, then turned west. We were forty or fifty miles west of where we got on I-80 when I saw a sign advertising smoked, sugar cured hams, bacon and sausages.

We got on a walky-talky to let Rob know what we were doing, then followed the signs. What we found almost blew me away. Along with a typical roadside market, we found a warehouse full of smoked ham and bacon. The place had been the east coast distribution center for Southern Style Ham.

We had been without pork since we ran out of what we brought from California. I read some of the brochures and found out the bacon and ham were good if stored at room temperatures for up to a year, as long as they weren't cut. After cutting, they had to be refrigerated.

We all looked around then talked over what we could do to take some of this bounty with us. It was finally decided that we'd load a truck with the ham and bacon and take it with us until we reached Indianapolis. We'd leave the truck there until we'd made our run into Crestwood, then pick it up as we headed home.

Day 119 - September 17

We didn't get on the road until almost noon, since we had only gotten part of the truck loaded the previous evening. We took half a dozen hams and a dozen slabs of bacon into each RV as well as what we loaded into the truck. My mouth was watering, thinking about how good bacon and eggs were going to taste when we got back to our village.

Syl, Sandy, and Tiffany stayed in the RV with Kammie, while Tina went with me in the truck. We kept in constant communications between the three vehicles with our radios. We made very good time and were north of Pittsburgh when we pulled into a rest area and decided to call it a day. Tina got a big kick out of a sign that said, "No Overnight Parking".