Apocalypsis 03 - Exodus

like a mental patient.”
    Jamal was studying one closely, bending it back and forth. “Flimsy. I guess they didn’t want the prisoners to have anything that could be used as a weapon.”
    Winky took the slipper she was holding and reached up, smacking Jamal on the back of the head with it.
    “Like that?” she asked innocently.
    Jamal blinked slowly a few times, before saying, “I know you did not just smack me upside the head with a slipper.”
    “Daaang, girl. Our granny used to do that to us when she heard us cussin’,” said Ronald.
    Jamal smiled and then mimicked an old lady’s voice. “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain! Do you hear me, boy?!”
    Ronald went over and smacked his brother lightly in the shoulder with a slipper. “Good times.”
    “Yeah,” said Jamal, smacking his brother on the chest with his slipper. “Good times.”
    Ronald lifted an eyebrow, acting like he was going to hit his brother again, but at the last second he reached over and smacked Winky with it on the chest. “Ooops. I missed.”
    “He’s got really bad aim,” Jamal said, looking down at Winky.
    She frowned and then smacked them both in quick succession. “Oops! I missed too!” She stood there, staring them down, hands on her hips, a slipper sticking out on each side.
    Ronald and Jamal exchanged evil looks and turned to face her.
    Winky must have realized she was out-numbered because she lifted her slippers up and made the sign of the cross with them, holding them up in their faces. “Back off! I have a bad nose, you guys! Seriously!” She backed up until her legs ran into a desk.
    They ignored her pleas, going after her to give her a few smacks on the butt with their slippers, while she cowered behind her arms that she’d wrapped around her head, trying to protect her face. Gretchen and Bianca joined the fray, encouraging Winky to fight back. She came out of her little shell and started whirling her slippers around like a ninja with nun-chucks.
    I decided I was better off leaving the room before I got smacked myself, so I dragged Bodo out with me and into the hallway.
    “Dat’s a good idea, Bryn. Let’s go hide.”
    “I just don’t want to get hit. Let’s keep exploring.”
    We found three more storage rooms with various supplies in them, but the one at the end of this section of hallway with the heaviest door and most complicated locks was the jackpot.
    “Holy cannolis,” I said, sweeping my eyes across the room, taking in all the rows and rows of rifles and handguns. There were even some machine guns mixed in, and bats and tasers. It was a prisoner’s worst nightmare.
    “I guess we don’t have to worry about da guns anymore,” said Bodo, walking over and rubbing his hand up the side of one of them. “Dey look brand new.”
    “I’m sure they cleaned them regularly,” I said, wandering down the aisle, looking at all the rows of firepower. “There’s even smoke bomb things here I think. I wonder if they’re tear gas.”
    “Dis is pepper spray,” said Bodo, holding up a cannister. “Dare’s boxes of dem.”
    “Sweet.” I came back to Bodo, taking his hand. “Come on, let’s go show the others.”
    “Not so fast,” he said, pulling me up against him. “All dis stuff makes me want to kiss you.” He leaned down and kissed me gently on the mouth.
    “I’m not sure whether to be turned on or worried, Bodo,” I said, staring at his mouth and then his eyes. He wasn’t joking anymore, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. Before I could protest he kissed me again, only this time, he didn’t pull away.
    He pulled me against him, putting both hands on my butt and pressing himself against me. We both moaned at the same time. It’d been so long since we’d had any private time together, and I’d replayed our few intimate moments over and over in my mind until I had them like a movie reel I could call up before I fell asleep at night. But nothing compared to the real heat and heart palpitating excitement that he generated five seconds after touching me.
    “Bodo, we can’t,” I said against his mouth.
    “Chust let me touch you one time,” he said, putting his hand up my shirt, squeezing my breast.
    I tried not to be embarrassed about what I wanted to do with him now, even with our friends just down the hall. He made me want to tear both our clothes off and mess around on the floor. He made me hot and oblivious to anything but his body and how he made me feel.
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