Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone)

Jesse said. “Third week of October.”
    “Did you all know each other before then?”  
    Jesse shook his head. “No. We met at a community center, about 20 miles north of here. We waited a day. Then, when it was just us, we figured we should find a place to stay. Tanya knew about this place, and sure enough it was empty. We loaded the place with as many supplies as we could find, including 1,000 or so boxes of Barillo for Jenna. We stay mostly inside, though we’ve gone out looking every Saturday to see if there’s anything out there worth seeing.”  
    “You seen any of them monsters?” Boricio wondered if the version of the afraid face he was wearing looked as funny as he imagined it might.
    “A couple of times when we were patrolling, but we stay in the car and they’ve never come near. And they’ve stayed away from here entirely, least as far as I know.”  
    How about that, they’re living all Gilligan’s Island in the middle of the woods. Well, it’s time to rewrite the scene – get rid of the Professor so I can make a sweet tasting sandwich with Ginger and Maryanne.  
    Boricio only pretended to get excited about the after dinner game of Monopoly, but then found himself genuinely enjoying it, the way Jenna kept flashing her smile, hinting she had something under the table, getting slick just for him, not to mention he ended up with Park Place on his second trip around the board, then Boardwalk just two times after that.  
    Some time around midnight, Tanya said she was tired and urged Jenna to follow her. Boricio said he was tuckered, too, but would like to spend a few more minutes getting to know Jesse. The two girls disappeared upstairs, Jenna winking at Boricio on the way out. Once the guys were alone, Boricio took advantage of the twitch he’d noticed on Jesse all afternoon. Dude was a smoker, but the ladies probably didn’t like it in the house, and his pussy lips were just fat enough to make him listen to every fucking word they said.  
    “Hey man,” Boricio said, “you wouldn’t happen to have any smokes in this place, would ya? I ran out a while back, and have been jonezin’ all day.”  
    Jesse smiled. “Sure thing, happy you asked.” He led Boricio outside, then handed him a pack of Marlboro Reds as soon as they were on the other side of the door. “Keep the pack,” he said. “I have more than you’d believe.” He laughed, lighting his cigarette, then holding the flame for Boricio.  
    The air was frigid, but not freezing. Boricio liked it. He took a long drag, then blew a large cloud into the wintry air. They talked about a bunch of bullshit that made Boricio wanna punch stuff for nearly 15 minutes. Finally, after two cigarettes each, things started getting good. “So, you fuck either one of them yet?” Boricio said.
    Jesse’s mouth was open a while, maybe half a minute before he said, “No. That’s not the sort of relationship we have.”
    “That’s not the sort of relationship we have ,” Boricio said in a perfect mockery of Tom immolating Jesse. Then he went ahead and dropped Tom altogether so Boricio could come out to play. “The fuck sort of man lives with two fine ass pieces of pink pussy like that and don’t do nothing about it? I was staring at Jenna all through dinner, wondering how her little eraser nipples were gonna taste as I pulled ‘em in my teeth. You’ve had a half year to find out, and probably haven’t done shit but fill every sock in your drawer. It’s a crying fucking shame,” Boricio took another long drag, then smiled at Jesse’s whatthefuck expression, and waited. Jesse kept right on saying nothing, so Boricio said, “You know I’m fucking with you, right?”  
    Jesse broke into a nervous laughter. But Boricio never joined him so when the laughter died, Jesse was left trembling. Boricio stood between Jesse, and the doorway, blocking his way back into the house.  
    “So, which one of them pussies you think would taste better?” Boricio asked, friendly as could be. “My money’s on Jenna, but you never know. Them quiet bitches are hellcats in bed half the time.” He laughed, then added, “Ask me how I know.”  
    Boricio slapped Jesse on the shoulder. “You’ve gotta stop being a bitch, Jesse. It’s as simple as that. You keep being a bitch and the only thing you’ll ever get to glazing is your first and oldest girlfriend, Rosy Palms. Haven’t you noticed – it’s the end of the world. Bitches have dropped