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Subject: {ASSM} Apocalypse: Chapter 2 {no sex, references to pedo}
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Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 08:10:01 -0400
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	This is a work of erotic fiction.  The premise is as follows.  In the 
near future the world experiences economic collapse, wars, and mass 
human population die-off.  The leaders of the United States who survive 
propose a radical solution.  Allow adult men to have sex with girls to 
maintain order and repopulate the country.
	The attitudes and actions expressed in this story do not in any way 
reflect the author's opinions on women.  The author is against sexual 
exploitation of all children.  He supports erotic fiction involving 
children.  No children are hurt or exploited by mere words.
	Please visit http://documents.espana2000.com/ for more information.

	This is the continuation of a multi-part story.  I ask you read the 
Prelude at an absolute minimum and suggest reading previous chapters.
	http://groups.google.com/group/alt.sex.stories.moderated/msg/bc3fd3d2bc509421


	Karen look around at the city.  It wasn't much, but was different from 
the view from the orphanage.
	"Did you ever get to leave the orphanage?"
	Karen shrugged.  "Sometimes we had to.  But they usually made us walk 
to a truck and drove us."
	"Where'd they take you?"
	"Sometimes they'd need help picking food.  We got to go help."
	Tom felt a little bit of acid reflux.  They used the girls as slaves? 
But considering the conditions they lived in, perhaps it was better that 
they get out and exercise.
	"Did you pick food often?"
	"Just a few times."
	They walked another block.
	"We have a problem."
	She looked at Tom.  "What is it?"
	"Today is Tuesday."
	Karen nodded.
	"I assumed this adoption process would take a couple of days.  Our bus 
tickets back home aren't until Thursday afternoon."
	"Oh."
	Tom looked at Karen who had a worried look.  "Oh no dear, it's hardly 
your fault.  I don't blame you."
	She smiled.
	"I did book a hotel room for myself.  Worst case we can stay there. 
But I would like to get you home."
	Karen nodded.  "Do they have a kitchen in the hotel room?"
	"Usually not.  Why?"
	"Oh.", she said with a frown.
	"We don't have to cook."  Tom was confused.
	"I didn't get to eat today.  We left before meal time.  I guess I'm 
hungry."
	"Karen, Karen, Karen."  Tom stopped and put his hands on his daughter's 
shoulders.  "Karen, you don't have to wait for meal time.  When you're 
hungry just tell me and we'll eat.  What would you like?"
	"Food."
	"What kind of food?"
	"I don't know.  Something."
	Tom felt terrible.  This poor girl.  He spotted a restaurant across the 
street.  His watch read 1:28.  The lunch crowd would be gone.  They 
crossed and took a table near the window.  Karen sat across from Tom. 
Tom handed his new daughter a menu.  She looked confused.
	"What are you hungry for?"
	Karen flipped through the menu.  "I get to pick what I want?"
	"Yeah, anything on the menu."
	Karen read it over.
	"Can I get the turkey sandwich?"
	"Of course you can.  Would you like the french fries or onion rings 
with it?"
	"Can I get both?"
	"You're the boss!"
	The waitress came by and took their orders.  Tom ordered her a vanilla 
milkshake.  He asked for coffee.
	"Karen.  You're my daughter now.  I love you.  Don't feel like you have 
to wait for something.  If you need something please ask.  It can be 
food.  A drink.  Clothes.  Anything.  Okay."
	She smiled.  "Okay."
	The food came in a hurry.  Karen's eyes opened as wide as the plates. 
She couldn't believe all of the food.  She ate every last crumb and had 
a piece of apple pie on top of it.  She was stuffed.
	Father and daughter held hands as they walked to the bus terminal.  Tom 
asked about the tickets.  The best they could do was offer them a seat 
on the 9:40 bus the next morning.  They walked to the hotel.  Tom asked 
if he could switch into a room with two beds.  It couldn't be done.  He 
didn't understand why, the place seemed deserted.  He asked if they 
could go ahead and check in.  The man at the desk didn't see why not. 
Ten minutes later they were in room 114.
	Karen looked around the room.  She wasn't sure what to make of it.  She 
saw the restroom.
	"I need to use the bathroom."
	"Please do."
	She entered and shut the door.  Tom could hear her peeing.  He shrugged 
and and sat down at the small table near the window.  He opened Karen's 
file.  The notes were largely in French and English.  One fact jumped 
out at him.  Tomorrow was her 12th birthday.
	Tom hadn't noticed that Karen had occupied the other chair.  She looked 
really cute.
	"I'm sorry about the bed."
	She looked at it.  "What's wrong with it?"
	"Well, I figured you'd want your own bed."
	She shrugged.   Tom remembered the group beds at the orphanage.
	So many thoughts ran through Tom's mind.  It had been so long since he 
had been with a woman.  He tried to remember.  Five or six years ago? 
Millions of women had already died off.  He wanted his daughter now. 
But no.  It could wait.  He needed to get his mind off of her.
	"Would you like to go shopping?"
	"Shopping?"
	"You need some new clothes."
	Karen looked down at what she was wearing.  It was her only dress.
	"I guess I do."
	"Let's go find a clothing store."
	The breakdown of society had some interesting side effects.  Despite 
the fact over one million US women were dying everyday, they continued 
to import women's clothing.  Stores could hardly give the stuff away. 
Tom, like most men, wore women's panties from time to time as it was all 
that was available.
	Tom helped his daughter pick out shorts, skirts, jeans, pants, blouses, 
and shirts.  She picked out some pajamas.  Tom secretly added to her 
nightwear as a birthday gift.  But she was lacking a couple of items.
	"You'll need, um, undergarments."
	She might have blushed a little.
	"Yeah."
	"Do you know what size panties you wear?"
	"I'm not sure.  The pair I have on are a little tight."
	"Is there a tag or anything with the size?"
	"I don't think so."
	Tom just grabbed several packages of various sizes that looked like 
they might fit.  What the hell.
	"What's your bra size?"
	She shrugged.  "The nurse said I needed to have a bra, but there were 
never any I could have."
	Karen's dress was not very snug, so he had difficulty judging.  He 
found some packages intended for younger girls.  He guessed at the size 
like he did with the panties.
	The two were struggling to carry all of the bags back to the hotel room 
when Tom had a realization.  She'd also need a suitcase!  Since they 
were almost to the hotel they dumped everything off.  Karen was eager to 
wear her new clothes.  She took a shower and changed in the bathroom. 
Evening was falling.  They went out to dinner and bought a suitcase on 
the way back.
	It had been a long day.  They turned in early.  Karen got into the bed 
without hesitation.  Tom paused for a moment, then turned off the lights 
and slid under the covers.
	"I'm glad you're my daughter."
	"I'm glad you're my dad."
	Tom rolled over and hugged her.  She hugged back.  He kissed her on the 
forehead then on the lips.  She reciprocated the kiss.  She then 
snuggled into his chest.
	Tom wondered what was human instinct and what was learned.  The 
orphanage wasn't a very loving.  Was hugging and kissing natural?  Did 
she distinguish between the loving embrace of a father and the embrace 
of a lover?
	Tom heard faint snoring.  He quickly joined his daughter in slumber.

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