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her
salivating.
    “I'm a prepper. You remember that
show, Doomsday Preppers? Well, they only showed the batshit crazy
prepper types. I started prepping like the FEMA folks said, with only
a few days worth of supplies but I figured that if a few days worth
of food and such was good, then more would be better. It got to be a
habit so I've got a fair bit of supplies tucked away.”
    “I would have laughed at you if
you'd told me that a couple of months ago. Now I'm just envious.”
    “Well, the pan's heated. Let me
whip up our eggs and we can sit down and eat. Then you can tell me
about Bend and what things were like there when you left.”
    She saw Jake put one of those camp
toast makers on the stove, so in addition to scrambled eggs they had
warm toast as well, slathered with butter. Jake didn't comment as to
where he got the butter from, he just asked Andi if she wanted it or
not.
    Andi wasn't sure if it was hunger or
the homemade bread and fresh eggs that made this one of the best
meals she could remember. She finished it so quickly that Jake
offered her some more toast, which she accepted gratefully. The bread
was fresh, heavy, and delicious. It was so different from any store
bought bread that she'd ever eaten that it might as well be something
else. By the time she finished her extra toast Jake was finished
eating as well.
    He turned to face her and began to ask
question after question of her. Some of them made little sense to
Andi but she answered them as best as she could. When he'd finally
finished with his questions, she asked him a single question in
return.
    “So, what was that all about?
What did it tell you?”
    “Mostly that I don't think things
will go back to normal any time soon. It sounds like the big banks
were in worse shape than anyone admitted and when they finally went
bust, they took everything else with them.”
    “Oh” said Andi,
dispiritedly.
    What the hell do I do now? If nowhere is still normal, everyone
will be hoarding their food. I better figure a way to get Jake to
keep me here with him. Otherwise I'll be dead or worse in a few more
days.
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Chapter
3 – The Proposition
    Andi caught Jake staring at her again. His glance swept from her
feet to her hair and back again. With an extra pause, however slight,
each time his gaze swept past her generous chest.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Would you like to get cleaned up? I don't mean to be rude,
but you're quite a mess.”
    “You try running through the woods and hiding for weeks on
end. See what you look like.”
    “No thank you. That's part of the reason I prepped, so I
wouldn't have to do that. But... the water won't be hot but it should
be at least lukewarm if you'd like a shower. You can rinse your
clothes out too. I'll loan you a robe or something to wear while they
dry.”
    “I accept. Are you trying to bribe me or something? You fed
me and now you're offering me a shower. All I did was answer a few
questions.”
    “Nope, I was just wondering what you looked like all cleaned
up and this seemed the easiest way to find out.”
    Andi grinned slyly as she dangled her bait.
    “Well, I accept. Show me where the shower is and get that
robe you mentioned please. You can see what I look like clean in the
robe, but it'd take more than a meal and a shower to see the rest of
me.”
    “I need to warn you first, there's only about eight minutes
worth of warm water before it gets cold. So you might want to rinse,
suds, and rinse. If you shut the water off while you suds up and wash
your hair it should last for the whole shower.”
    “You know, my first inclination was to bitch about that.”
Andi said bemusedly, “Then I wondered where I'd find that much
hot water to get clean with anywhere else and stopped myself. Thank
you, for everything. If I bitch about something, just tell me to shut
up, okay?”
    “Can do. Let me get you that robe and I'll show you the
shower on the way.”
    Andi followed Jake down a short hallway. Halfway down the