Reagan (Rated R for sexual content)

                Reagan was a beautiful 25 year old plus size woman, her skin was silky soft porcelain with curves in all the right places. She had striking grey eyes that seemed to not only look deep into your soul, but also revealed the inner most workings of her mind if you looked long enough. Her smile would light up any room and she always twirled her dirty blonde shoulder length hair between her fingers. I saw it more as a tease, because all it took was for her to twirl that hair, smile and I would instantly feel my pulse pounding in my pants.

                She would come over to my apartment or sneak a call any chance she could, you see, Reagan was miserably married. She had two kids from her husband and at any talk of divorce he would threaten to take away any and everything she had... including the kids, the car, the house and the dog. He would keep her locked away in the house as much he could and search her phone anytime she went out to see who she had called or talked to. Even though she was no saint, the husband decided to go out and see how many women he could have sex with, he was no longer interested in her, and she was only there to take care of house and kids.

                So you see, anytime she could get away she would run to my arms. She was really a sweet soul that was neglected for too many years, the love and passion was gone from their marriage, slept in different beds and hardly spoke because it lead to an argument. Reagan and I had been friends for years, but it was only recently that our friendship turned into something more. As we started to get to know each other on a deeper level, I realized she possessed everything I was looking for in a woman. Funny, outgoing, adventurous, loved to travel and kind.

                The very first time she came to my apartment, the chemistry was instant. We had been sexting and flirting for a few months, but it was only after receiving a phone call from the boyfriend of her husband’s latest sexual encounter did she have the courage to take it further. That was the final straw, lucky number 10 broke the camel’s back.

                She came over in a long, elegant, black and white form fitting dress and a cute red jacket. The bright red stilettos peaking from the bottom of her dress exposed the cutest little toes and red nail polish. I looked at her from head to toe slowly; I had to let it all sink in. I greeted her with a hug, my arms mostly around her head as this 5’ 6” beauty graced my door. The kiss that followed was passionate, the fireworks exploded in my head, my heart pounded and the butterflies were going crazy. She was warm and ohhh so soft, I could hug her for hours. I loved the taste of her saliva, her tongue soft and delicate and felt familiar, as though it was there for years, the chemistry was unmistakable.  

                We sat and talked for a few hours, we talked about everything under the sun, including regret for not getting together sooner, maybe when we first met years ago. She felt trapped in the marriage and was tired of being a doormat. He wouldn’t even help around the house, furthermore if he had to watch the kids, she would never hear the end of how important his job was and he couldn’t stay home, that was her job and she should stop working and be a stay-at-home mom.

                I saw the pain in her eyes and hugged her, and then she laid her head on my lap as I caressed her hair. I drifted away in though, about her, her current situation and how could someone not value her and treat her the way she deserved. I thought of all the things I would do if she was mine, we had very similar interests and spoke about taking many trips. I looked down to see her dress was up to her thigh and I started to caress her leg and butt. Her skin was so delicate and I watched the area blush as I rubbed my fingers softly across her skin before turning milky white again.

                My heart started to race and my penis started to throb…

“What do we have here baby?” she giggled.

“Something that has been wanting to see you for a long time,” I replied.

                She gently rubbed my pants and slowly started to unzip me, after some difficulty trying to get it out, she unbuttoned my pants as well. Through my boxer, she traced my penis from the bottom of my shaft, right up to the tip a few times with her thumb and index finger.

“mmmmmmmmmm, my Anaconda!” she squealed with delight.

“Is it all mine baby?” she asked with an evil grin.

“All yours,” I said with an equally evil grin

                When she finally took it out, she jumped back in awe, all nine and a half inches stood erect and twitched as the blood flowed through it.

“Fuck!” said screamed with twinkle in her eyes. “Pictures don’t do it justice. I have never seen a dick this big in my life, what I’m used to is nowhere near this”

This made me smile, her husband was Mexican and she had never been with a black guy before. I slid down on the couch and watched as her cute bright red lips tried to tackle my member. She made it half way down my shaft and sucked like a professional. She sucked and licked all at the same time and each time she gagged she would retreat and lick the tip as fast as she could. Her face was flushed and I could see the pressure on her cheeks to satisfy me.

Then it was my turn to unwrap this beautiful present. I kissed her as I took off her red jacket, she grabbed my penis in between and pumped it slowly smiling. I then grabbed her dress and lifted it up over her head, revealing matching red lace bra and panties. Red was definitely her colour and I thought to myself that if my dick got any harder it would explode. I stepped back to look at the beauty before me, beautiful face, sexy body and stilettos.

I came in close and kissed her softly in her neck, sucked her ear lobes and as she began to moan I made my way down to her breasts, sliding down the shoulder straps the same time exposing perky, baby pink nipples. I gently licked and sucked her left nipple and caressed the right with my fingers. I alternated a few times and kept eye on her expressions and moans to see what was hitting the spot.

“OH MY GOD BABY! I’M SO WET,” she screamed and pushed me down to go see.

                I kissed her tummy on the way down, and gently rubbed my left hand over her vagina on the outside of the panties. When my hand returned it was as if I had just ‘stroke oil’ the clear juices filled my fingers and dripped off my hand and smelled heavenly.

“Oh baby, see what you do to me?” she asked as she took my left hand and sucked my dripping finger tips.

Tangling sensations ran up my spine as she sucked my finger tips. When my hand was returned I slide off her red lace panties, and saw the oil from her vagina pulling like gooey cheese as the lace left her body. I laid her naked body on the couch, spread her legs and said ‘grace before meals’ before I dove in. I spread the lips of her oil soaked vagina and gently and slowly licked from the opening of her vagina, up to her clitoris and back down again. Her back arched and moaning got louder as each time I reached her clitoris, I would vibrate my tongue on it and suck it.

“OMG! Put in a finger baby!” she moaned.

I continued to suck her clitoris and inserted my right index finger and massaged the roof of her vagina to stimulate her G-spot. In no time she was grabbing the couch and gyrating on my tongue and finger. She arched her back then grabbed her erect nipples, squeezing them and screaming.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming baby”

                Her body vibrated violently and with her breath quickening, she moan louder and louder and gyrated faster and faster. I’ve always been taught to never swim against the tide, so as she sped up, so did I.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” she exploded with ecstasy and her thighs now weakened, started to wobble.

“Are you ready to take this dick now baby?”

“Holy shit! No one has ever gone down on me like that, furthermore made me cum from doing it” she muttered as she wiped the drool from the side of her mouth. “I can’t wait to feel my anaconda inside of me.”

           

    She told me her favourite position was to ride, so I sat on the couch and watched as she willed her wobbling legs to cooperate so she could stand.

“OMG! Do you see my legs? I don’t know what’s wrong with them.”

“First time for everything babes,” I replied.

She finally made it over to me and climbed on top my still throbbing penis. The welcoming warmth of her soaked vagina made me smile as she slowly sat on my penis. I could feel the oil running down my scrotum and it only excited me more. Her perky, pinky bubble gum nipples bounced rhythmically before my eyes and I tried to lick each nipple as it bounced by. I grabbed her ass and pulled her in closer for a deeper more sensual grind. I could feel the opening of her cervix as she grinded, and I made sure I hit it every time after that.

“You feel so good inside me baby,” she moaned quickening her pace.

“Again? I’m… I’m cum… cumming, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

                Listening to her cum only fueled my passion, and seeing her eyes roll back into her head only made me want to go deeper.

“OMG baby! What are you doing to me? I’m sweating!”

“Amm, you mean that isn’t a regular occurrence?”

“No!!” she giggled. “I’ve cum twice baby, did you cum yet?”

“Not yet, let try doggy style.”

“YES!!! OMG YESS!!”

                She pulled herself together and got on her hands and knees, I could see the juices from her vagina running down her inner thighs. My penis twitched and I looked down at it.

“I know boy, I know. Now get in there and make us both proud”

                I caressed her clitoris with the tip of my penis, before slowly sliding it into her vagina. She moaned and dropped to her elbows and grabbed a throw cushion, biting it. I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her in so I could go deeper. I decided to pace myself and maintained 120 penetrations per minute or 3.4 mph. Each time I made sure contact was made with her cervix, and held her firm so she couldn’t wiggle away.

                I leaded forward and caressed her nipples, and she reached down between her legs and massaged my scrotum as I pounded away deep insider of her. It was a great feeling and I slid my hand down her tummy and caressed her clitoris with moderate pressure. After a few seconds she started to moan louder again, I knew what that meant and quickened my pace, trying to see if I could move her cervix out of the way, pumping as fast as I could.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Omg, omg, omg” I’m cumming! I love you baby!!!”

                By now we had forgotten I lived in an apartment. I’m sure by now the neighbours were traumatized. We both laughed and she sucked my penis some more. It was the middle of the day anyways, so at least no kids should be home.

                She was still horny and I hadn’t cum as yet, so I put her to lie on her back with her legs in the air. She told me her clitoris was very sensitive now, so I got on my knees and sucked it gently, intermittently applying pressure with my tongue and she came again.

                I then got up and thrusted my penis deep into her, her knees almost to her face, this was the home stretch so I was taking no prisoners. I penetrated deep and fast and watched as her tummy rippled and her breasts bounced. She moaned and pushed her 42 DD breasts together, licking her lips and repeating.

“It’s… your… pussy… baby!” in between each thrust.

Hearing her voice always seemed to make me even hornier and I held her legs together with my right hand, braced my body with my left and pounded away like my life depended on it.  I could feel her starting to climax again and I opened her legs and continued while I rubbed her clitoris until she came. This one was the most explosive of them all so far, and her body twitched and had spasms after it was over.

She smiled at me, breathing labored and tried to talk but her throat was too sore and her body drenched in sweat. She decided she wanted to suck my penis until I came; she wanted me to cum in her mouth. She pumped and sucked superbly until I could feel the climax swelling inside of me.

“Uh Uh Uh, I’m cumming baby!

She cupped my member with her mouth, holding it steady with both hands. When I finally climaxed, she underestimated the load size and almost gagged as it shot into the back of her throat. She tried her hardest to maintain her composure and swallowed about three times before all was gone from her mouth. She continued to suck for a few seconds after, making sure to get every drop of my semen.

“I have never encountered sex like that! I’ve never had anyone go down on me like that EVER!” said Reagan. “I’ve also never had so many orgasms, with my husband it’s always a race to see who can cum first and that’s it.”

“Well you know where to find me; don’t know why you stay where you aren’t happy or satisfied.”

“I don’t know either baby, but I want you. I’ll try to come see you as often as I can. I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

             We cuddled for about an hour after that, kissing and touching each other, then had spa like shower, with Reagan bathing me and I bathed her, she made sure to pay close attention to massaging my penis with a washcloth, which of course led to more sex.

                I will never forget that day Reagan came to my door, she has graced it several times since then, and agreed that we are both hooked on each other. The only problem is that she is married, and even though her and her husband don’t have sex, she will never be completely mine until she is divorced. I’m in love with a married woman, maybe I’m foolish for waiting, and maybe she is foolish for staying. Who’s to say unless you are faced with the same dilemma.  

Epidemic (part2)

"It's a fairly straightforward flu-like illness, which starts off with severe headache and severe watery diarrhea. It's then followed by a rash, a very, very sore throat--which feels like someone's rubbing a rope up and down inside and that is then followed by severe bleeding which can come from external orifices such as the nose, gums, the rectum and also from the uterus. But there is also severe bleeding into the gastrointestinal organs as well, with severe damage to the kidneys, liver and also the spleen."

Margaret's lifeless body laid on the floor of the hospital, a pool of blood started to extend from her body as it flowed from her nose, mouth, eyes and even her ears. The nurses didn't seem to know what to do, they all just stood there.

"Mom!!" screamed Holly. "Why are you just standing there? Help her!"

The nurses knew it was too late, they also knew what they had to do, but no one was brave enough to step forward and be the first to move the body. This case happened faster than they could imagine, usually there was more time to monitor and separate the dying patient from everyone else to reduce hysteria.

When the orderlies finally came to move Margaret, her kids were screaming. They couldn't believe she died right before their eyes, she was just talking to them and praying for them. The orderlies lay the white body bag next to Margaret and unzipped it. One stood by her head and the other by her feet, as they leaned over to get a hold of her, Margaret gasped for air and immediately sat straight up! Everyone screamed, the nurse fainted and a patient tripped over a wheel chair trying to run away.

She stared blankly at the kids, her eyes wide open and blood shot, she mumbled something and coughed up blood. She appeared to be choking on the blood as she coughed violently then passed out again. Needless to say the entire ordeal scared the living daylights out of everyone who witnessed it, especially the kids. For the first time since the epidemic started, people were rushing to get out of the hospital instead of in.

An old lady had a heart attack and people were trampled trying to get out. The army who were standing guard outside, were not only there to keep people out... but to also keep them in. As the stampede broke through the door of the Accident and Emergency, they opened fire. This was not a situation to stop and ask questions, their orders were to contain the outbreak within the hospital.

The barrage of gun fire rocked the building, shattered bones and shredded bodies. Limbs were blown off and one or two people were even decapitated. No one by the door stood a chance, even some that were still inside the hospital were wounded as the bullets ripped through the walls. The genocide was surreal, when the dust settled a mass blob of body parts, organs and blood was all that remained.

"Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow!" screamed one of the soldiers into the hand radio.

"Broken Arrow confirmed," replied a voice from the radio followed by static.

Within minutes a battalion appeared, and one by one they entered the hospital to finish the job. The hospital had failed to treat and or contain the outbreak and now it was the military's turn to fix it. Their order? Shoot anything that breathes and the clean up crew would follow up with flame throwers. The military was deployed all around the island, and anyone that even looked sick, seemed threatening or coughed was shot and burned... no questions asked.

Hunter, Riley and Holly were still in the hallway near Margaret's body and heard the sound of gun fire getting closer and closer. There was a row of cabinets across the hall and Holly motioned for her siblings to follow her. They hid and through the small openings of the louvers, watched as people ran by screaming. A woman fell right in front of them and they watched as the soldier stood over her and without a word, shot her once in the chest and once in the head.

Holly immediately placed her hands over their mouths and urged them to keep quiet, to close their eyes and to cover their ears, but to never make a sound. ...Then it came, The intense heat from the flame thrower, it felt like it was directly on them. The hair on their hands and parts of their head started to melt, their clothes started to burn and the air in the cabinet got heated and dense, and it was as if they were breathing the fire. They tried to scream but the intense heat they inhaled damaged their larynx, and through it all Holly grabbed them as tight as she could, because she knew what waited outside was much worst than what was happening to them at that moment.

They hid for three hours after that, staying as still as they could, Holly still not releasing her grip on her siblings. She was proud that they were hiding so well, and when she started to move to nudge them, she realized that the skin on her fingers were fused to their clothes from the heat. She pried her fingers free, removing the top layer of skin from her finger tips and woke Riley, who jumped up thinking it was all a dream. Hunter on the other hand, didn't wake up. His little body and lungs were no match for the heat.

Holly and Riley were now the only two living persons in the entire hospital. They left Hunter hidden in the cabinet and slowly made their way to the entrance of the hospital. It was night time now, outside was dark and no wind was blowing. It was strangely quiet... too quiet. Holly had no idea what to do next, or where to go, half of her family was still inside the hospital, but she had to stay strong for Riley.

They made their way into the city to Independence Square, they walked cautiously but saw no sign of life. They wondered what had happened to all the people, where the army was and why it all happened. They boarded a sport fishing boat that was docked near to the bridge and hid below deck for safety till morning. Maybe then they would find out what was going on. With Riley nestled close to her, she cried herself to sleep. Cursing life, god and the military for destroying her life and her family.

The sun rose the next morning, it was a breathtaking sun rise with clear blue and sparkling sky. The birds were chirping and there was even a leather back turtle swimming nearby. As the sunlight crept into the compartment they hid in, the light bounced off the glass and had a prism effect. After such a horrible experience, this was the perfect morning to wake up to... the type of morning that brought hope of something better to come, ...but alas, Holly and Riley would never see the wonders of the day and all it's glory. They both slipped away into eternal slumber during the night, the virus had already destroyed their immune system. They laid there, huddled together, below deck of a fishing vessel in a pool of blood.

Who will miss them?
Who will remember them?
Life is cruel, but when man plays god, the ending is usually catastrophic.

Deal or No Deal

           

     Today was initiation day for Jacob, a 15 year old black kid from the wrong side of the tracks. He loved guns and had been hanging around a local faction of the Section 13 gang for years, but only did petty crimes and was more often the look out. It was a quiet morning, a few hours before dawn and Jacob was sitting in a black SUV with three other members of the gang. The up-scale neighbourhood had its own 'rent-a-cop' security, but they had a guy on the inside to slow the response, and just before their signal, they began preparing Jacob for his first big job. Jacob was nervous but he tried to hide it, within the gang, fear was a sign of weakness, and the gang was the only family he knew since he ran away from a foster home four years ago.

               

“We have five more minutes before our guy creates a window for us,” said Spig, the gang leader. “The guy that owns this house is a drug and arms dealer and has been supplying to our rivals. Stay sharp, he will have eight guys in there with him.”

The dealer was scheduled to make a huge sale that day to their biggest competition, so they had to hit now to keep the upper hand. The mansion was on a few acres of land, armed guards on rotation basis patrolled the grounds, security cameras and dogs. The gang had to park and hike in without being detected, so there were four teams each with four guys. North, South, East, West, and were all supposed to move in at the same time.

They had the blueprints for the mansion and there were a lot of tight corners, so each guy was carrying an AR-15 tactical rifle. It was a lightweight, intermediate cartridge magazine-fed, air cooled semi-automatic rifle with a rotating –lock bolt, actuated by direct impingement gas operation and perfect for accuracy and combat in tight situations. Each man also carried a 9mm pistol and as much ammo as he could carry.

When the signal came, they moved in like clockwork, the silencers were a great investment and allowed them to move swiftly and quietly. ‘Double tap’ was how they were trained to fire, one to the chest and one to the head. The guards on the outside never saw it coming, the gang made it to the four sides of the building and entered quietly. Jacob stayed to the back, he wasn't a very good shot, but it didn't matter, his job was to kill the arms dealer.  

Nine people were expected to be inside the mansion, but by the time Spig realized he had been double crossed, it had been too late. The gang was now faced with over 30 heavily armed men all laying in wait. They knew the gang was coming and as soon as all four teams entered the mansion they were met with a hail of gunfire. They were pinned down.

“I knew this shit was too easy,” screamed Spig over the explosions of gunfire and glass shattering. "Take cover!"

Jacob was hiding behind an over turned dining table, curled up in the fetal position. His arms were covering his head and as the shrapnel came flying he could feel the heat all about his body. It was a slaughter, and Jacob lay as still as he could, the fear had his body paralysed. Jacob opened his eyes, saw Spig still firing, the muzzle flashes like streaks of lightening, the sound seemed drowned out and the air was thick with smoke and debris.

He looked over at Jacob and screamed for him to shoot, shoot at anything that moved. When he held back up to fire again a bullet pierced his head between his eyes, timed slowed and Jacob saw the entire back of Spig's head explode. The brain matter splattered like corn beef on the walls behind them. Spig slowly turned to look at Jacob, the blood oozed through the entry hole and Jacob could see straight through his head to the wall behind. It seemed like forever before his limp body finally hit the floor.

It was at that point that Jacob picked up his things and ran. Never was he so afraid in his life. Through a barrage of fire he ran across the room and jumped through a window onto the back lawn. He got up, heart pounding in his chest and in his ears, body shaking violently and ran towards the woods. He didn't stop until he reached the highway over a mile away and was almost hit by a passing car. He dropped to the pavement, still clutching the AR-15 in his broken arms, body riddled with bullets and gasping for air. It was only at that moment did he realise that not only was he shot multiple times, but also broke his arm when he jumped through the window.

The vehicle he ran across happened to be a state trooper’s car, the officer got out with his gun drawn when he saw the AR-15. Jacob lay on the highway in a pool of blood, his pulse weakening, his breathing reduced to intermittent gasps. The officer called for an ambulance and for additional officers but it was too late, Jacob had lost too much blood. His heart finally gave out and he died on the spot as the officer watched. He was on his back, eyes and mouth wide open with fear frozen on his face. Still clutching his gun close to his chest.

Epidemic (part 1)

American Airlines flight 2393, connecting from Dallas Fort Worth to Grantley Adams International touched down in Barbados at  8:46 pm. There was a two and a half hour layover at Miami International and Margaret and her family couldn't wait to get back home to the caribbean sun and sea. It was mid October and the temperature was already 15 degrees celsius, and since Margaret wasn't a fan of the cold, she thought it best to cut the vacation short and head home. 

Travelling with kids is never fun, and Margaret had three. Hunter was 5 years old, the youngest of the three and a fire cracker of energy. He was constantly moving, singing, talking, and making his older siblings miserable. Riley was 8, and she loved all things nature and animal related. She loved the outdoors, a good book and was always first to rescue any insects or creatures that wandered into the house from her family. Holly was 16, and anything but what her name suggested. Headphones always on, phone in hand, black nail polish and a grudge against the world. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Grantley Adams International Airport. Local time is 8:46 pm and the temperature is 23 degrees Celsius. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. On behalf of American Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice evening" 

The immigration and baggage collection process was pretty swift, not including chasing Hunter through the arrivals hall a few times, and finally they were on the Tom Adams Highway heading home to Prospect, St. James. It was a calm night, not a cloud in the sky and the stars and full moon lit up the sky. It felt good to be in familiar surroundings again, and Hunter could be heard in the backseat singing...

“OMG! Look at her butt, OMG! Look at her butt,” over and over again while playing with his cars.  

They finally pulled into the driveway about 9:45 pm, brought all the bags into the house, dumped them by the front door and went off in different directions. Hunter and Riley went to the living room to watch television, Holly went to her room and closed the door and Margaret, went to the kitchen to put on a kettle of water for tea. While waiting for the kettle to boil, she joined the kids in the living room, Hunter was running around in a shirt and no underwear and Riley was channel surfing.

When she got to CNN, Margaret told her to stop for a second, as they were still covering the Ebola outbreak in West Africa… but this time it wasn't West Africa they were reporting on… but the US, specifically Dallas!

“Weren’t we just there Mommy?” asked Riley.

“I’m speechless; I guess we got out in time… See why you should always follow your mind?” Margaret said nervously.

She made her cup of green tea and continued to watch the developments of the case in Dallas. The guy who was sent back home and had to return, the nurse that also contracted it somehow and the search for anyone who was on a particular flight into Dallas and anyone who may have come in contact with the first guy or the nurse. Margaret had known about the outbreak in Africa before, but as it seemed a lifetime away, she never really paid it much attention. She called her best friend Carol, to let her know she was back and to talk about the developments on CNN.

“Hi Carol, it’s Margaret. I’m back in Barbados and can’t believe what I’m seeing on CNN.”

“Hey, I’m glad you made it out in one peace, the world is in a panic over this,” she said. “Barbados has even opened a containment centre… but I don’t agree with it being next to a school”

“Next to a school?”

“They say it’s not airborne, but I watch enough movies to know the government never tells you everything”

“I don’t know what to do with you and these movies girl,” Margaret chuckled. “I’m going to get these kids in bed; we have had a long day, talk to you tomorrow?”

“Ok Margaret, but mark my words, good night.”

Six days later, Barbados was abuzz with news of its first suspected case of Ebola. The island was in frenzy, people were panicking and the media was having a field day. Chikungunya had already taken hold of the island, and the slightest cough had people thinking the worst. Cashiers wore gloves, people wore face masks to cover their nose and mouth and as the government tried to maintain order, protests broke out.

Some say the government should have closed our borders, others said the lost of tourism and international revenue would have crippled the country, and tempers flared as the once distant Ebola was now not only at our door step, but sitting down at our tables to have dinner. GIS started programs on radio, television and newspapers to educate the public.

“Signs and symptoms of Ebola virus disease usually begin suddenly with an influenza-like stage characterized by feeling tired, fever, headaches, and pain in the joints, muscles, and abdomen. Vomiting, diarrhea, and loss of appetite are also common. Less common symptoms include sore throat, chest pain, hiccups, shortness of breath, and trouble swallowing. The average time between contracting the infection and the start of symptoms (incubation period) is 8 to 10 days, but it can vary between 2 and 21 days. Early symptoms of EVD may be similar to those of malaria, dengue fever, or other tropical fevers, before the disease progresses to the bleeding phase…” the announcer reported.

Margaret and other parents stopped sending their kids to school, cleaning supplies were the first things to fly off the shelves, then canned foods, as survival instinct kicked in. With no one going to work anymore, money lost its value… the earlier reports that the virus could survive on the bills didn’t help the situation either. People hid in their homes, glued to their television sets, afraid to step outdoors. Afraid that maybe it could be airborne, and also afraid of the violence happening in the streets… and then it happened.

The CDC confirms first case of Ebola in Barbados, and over 20 suspected cases. On this small Caribbean island with close knit communities it spread fast. The “only the strong will survive” mentality set in, and small gangs emerged killing anyone suspected of even having a runny nose. There was pandemonium, the government buckled, tourism industry crashed, people started committing suicide as the numbers rose from one confirmed, to 30 confirmed and 200 suspected in one week.

Hunter was the first to start showing flu-like symptoms, and soon the entire household had runny nose, fever and pain in the joints. No matter how Margaret rubbed down and medicated everyone it only got worst. The hospital was overrun with cases, the quarantine building the government built wasn't big enough to handle the volume and ambulances just weren't an option. Through the pain, Margaret got the kids into the car and headed to the hospital. Along the way there were burnt out cars, bodies in the streets, screams could be heard in the distance and gun fire. People even had road blocks to hijack anyone that stopped.

She finally made it to the hospital, and the place was crawling with nurses and doctors in white suites, and the army in fully riot gear, M16s at the ready and full face masks standing guard to keep order. As Margret dragged her body from behind the steering wheel and nurse rushed to her side.

“My kids… my kids are in the car,” she mumbled.

Three more nurses came over, two pushing gurneys, got the kids out the car and helped everyone to a hallway. There was a nurse with a clipboard, and she asked the basic information, name, dates of birth, symptoms, if they had travelled recently etc. Everyone was administered an experimental drug to combat the virus and Margaret hoped and prayed that she didn't wait too long before going to the hospital. Riley and Holly were already vomiting, and there were also traces of blood each time. Amidst the chaos in the hospital and the sound of explosions and gun fire outside, Margaret closed her eyes and prayed for her kids, she prayed long and hard and felt a tear run down her cheek.

When she opened her eyes, Hunter was looking at her puzzled… and so were the girls. They had finally stopped throwing up and it seemed as though the drugs were working, or maybe it was the prayer. Margaret wiped the tear from her eyes and smiled at them, for the first time since this whole thing started, it seemed as though there was light at the end of the tunnel, and maybe they might just make it out of this ordeal in one piece.

“Mom! You’re bleeding,” said Holly

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” asked Hunter

Riley just started crying, she didn't know what was going on, but she knew that was never a good thing. Margaret Looked at her hand and realized blood was on it, she couldn't think where it came from, or what she might had touched. She stood up and looked at a small wall mounted mirror, and realized that what she thought was tears all along... was really blood.

 Margaret screamed! A nurse ran in, and when she saw her eyes, she ran back out for help. The kids started screaming as well and a few of the other not so serious Ebola patients started to distance themselves from Margaret. As the blood started to now drip from her nose, the nurses came back just in time to see her pass out...

...to be continued

Signal 8

Tears filled Megan's eyes as she stood on the platform awaiting the 8:30 pm train to Vermont. It was mid November and the snow shimmered in the light as it gracefully floated to the ground. I watched as it fell on her rosy cheeks, her entire face was flushed, and as the tears rolled down her cheeks, I couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. I held her tight in my arms, the flowery smell of her hair tantalized my senses and I breathed deep. I always loved the scent of her hair, the rich, sweet fragrance of white jasmine always accompanied every warm embrace. 

"I don't want to leave" she sobbed.

"I don't want you to leave either"

"I wish this never happened, I love you so much"

She buried her head deeper into my chest, held me tighter and continued to cry uncontrollably. There was nothing I could do or say to make her feel better, because as much as neither of us wanted to let go, it was inevitable.

"I don't ever want to let you go," she murmured. Head still deep in my chest.

Her aunt had fallen terribly ill, and it seemed the end was near. Megan had to get back home to deal with family affairs and to also be by her aunt's side. The doctors said that there wasn't much time left and as soon as Megan got the news, she booked the next train out of Tennessee to Vermont. Her aunt Gertrude, was like a mother to her, she raised her, and taught her everything she knew. She also had a large estate, and with no children of her own, she had planned to leave everything for Megan. 

Megan always spoke fondly of her aunt Gertrude, so it was understandable that she had mixed emotions about having to leave her love, and take on her responsibilities home should things take a turn for the worst. She had only been in Tennessee a few days when the wire came. She came to start a new life, to see the world and so we could get married and have kids of our own. She loved kids, and would always tell me she wanted a big family because she herself was an only child. She would joke of wanting six kids, three boys and three girls, and of how beautiful they would look and how smart they would be.

"Will you promise to wait for me?"

Her words snapped me back to reality... because of my own responsibilities, I was unable to travel to Vermont with her, or anytime soon for that matter. I started to feel the distance swell between us, 1,227 miles to be exact.

"Until the end of time," I finally managed to whisper

"Promise?"

"I promise!"

She looked up at me with eyes filled with pain, and as she closed her eyes, an iridescent stream of water ran down her cheeks and onto her breasts. She tiptoed and gave me a passionate kiss... time stood still at that point. Our entire lives, past, present and future played out and the fireworks exploded behind our closed eyelids. Her soft, strawberry lips pressed against mine, the way her tongue danced a graceful ballet and just a hint of salt from her tears enhanced the sensation that made bodies warm with ecstasy.

The train's piercing whistle in the distance brought us down from a place of transcendence, our hearts pounding in our chests, the palms of our hands warm. She slowly opened her sparkling grey eyes and looked deep into mine.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

"I'll be back as soon as I can"

"I'll be waiting"

"I am yours forever, you make me so happy"

"You make me happy too"

With one final hug and kiss, I watched her walk towards the train. My heart sank more and more with every step she took. I still remember everything she wore, the way her hair caressed her cheek, the way she twisted it in her fingers to smell it, her laugh, her smell, her quirks, her smile, the softness of her skin and the passion in our kisses. She was the sunshine to my world, and now I'm in darkness... Who knew that would have been the last time I ever saw her....


                              

...Megan. ...Signal 8