You'll sleep when you're dead or when someone pulls the trigger! Necessary evil!

As Angel slept Jack stood over her watching and listening. Even with high grain moonshine in her, the past's demons couldn't be lulled back into darkness. It was obvious the girl had been through hell. Then again nobody had escaped the epidemic unscathed completely. The players in this soap opera were mysterious but not especially deep. At least one of the two little dicks he had bean bagged had to be her boyfriend or pimp. These days it seemed like the two were one and the same. Not that it should bother Jack! In Hollywood, back in the day, you were either the pimp or prostitute it seemed. It wasn't unknown just better hidden. Once he was satisfied she would stay safely asleep he covered her with a blanket. Then he set about getting ready for her friends at sunrise! He didn't want to kill anyone again! Hopefully, they would see the light and just leave.

The stairs leading upwards were winding and not meant for walking in darkness. The battery situation was iffy. He had rechargeable batteries and the means to recharge them. He wasn't going to drag out the generator or anything else until he got rid of this bunch! The less they knew he had the better off he was! Besides he had walked them half-cocked and high before without falling. Thing was the tank was stuffed with all manner of shit Jack had saved or traded for. What he was looking for was something from his past! A dark past Jack had hoped he would never have to repeat!

The tank itself had been divided into four rooms. At fifty feet it left quite a bit of space to stash stuff. Privacy wasn't an option since it was all open area. Privacy screens and room dividers were technically walls here. 

The pole was the quickest way down from the top! It took some guts to use it but it was an exhilarating ride! Feeling it brought back memories of Helen sliding down it buck ass naked except for cowboy boots to protect her feet! Before the fall of civilization, they had some good times there!

As he climbed the staircase Jack didn't even have to think where that box was! It was proof of a necessary evil a few years after the killer flu killed millions! Bodies everywhere! Jack had pretty much killed most of them on his own! The Indians were pacifists for the most part. They aided him as best they could from the sidelines! Sniping from the treeline! Jack had killed most of them! As he pulled out the book he took a deep breath! He had recorded that day with a dreadful picture album. As he looked at it with a flashlight the darkness drifted out of his tattered soul! The album was thick and Jack could feel dried blood on his hands as he flipped it! When he was done flipping Jack shut it with a snap! Taking it he threw it in a bag and layed down on his bed to sleep. The night would soon be over and hopefully, he could talk some sense to his visitors!

As he slept Jack dreamed of the past! In it, Helen was alive and visiting him at the Heartbreaker's Hotel! Arriving she told of him of the gathering at Mayor McCheese's house and the gossip trail that followed him like a lovesick teenager! That was enough to earn him a blowjob after they smoked a joint and laughed at John Parker scrambling to stay on the good side of the mayor! As they lay in the worn-out mattress Helen couldn't stop giggling!

"Sugarpie you are way better than dinner and a picture show any day!" Bemused Jack asked what a drive-in movie and snow cone got him earning a quick slap! Then as quickly she said, "Next time you're in town maybe you'll find out!" Before they fell asleep Jack told her of the movie deal he was working on and how he had to leave in the morning. Helen looked concerned as she said, "Is this because I didn't put out all the way Darlin?" Jack shook his head trying not to laugh. When he promised to be back as soon as he could Helen softly beamed. Jack was used to meeting all sorts of women. Something about Helen put fire in the firecracker so to speak. Before they fell asleep Jack mentioning not even knowing her last name. All Helen said was " You the FBI, CIA, or something else I should be concerned about sugar shack?" 

Jack just laughed and turned out the fat Elvis lamp. Why ruin a perfectly fun night in a cheap hotel right?

They showered together before Jack checked out in the morning! Helen wasn't a beauty queen but she was real and alive inside where it counted! Jack wasn't an in love kind of guy but he could see spending more time with Helen. Jack tried to keep his erection as long as he could but as she worked her mouth around his ballsack he quivered in the knees slightly! When he came she

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