Anything for Food - A Post-Apocalyptic Erotic Tale by Amy Morrel Page B

want to keep the
meat for myself, not have to share it out to a bunch of folks that
wouldn't offer anything in return.”
    “Oh” Andi said, her voice
scratchy from the dryness of her mouth and her thirst.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    Andi coughed several times, trying to
clear the gummy feeling from her mouth.
    “Dry mouth, need a drink.”
she said.
    The man pulled a canteen from his belt
and handed it to her.
    “Just water I'm afraid, but I've
got plenty of that to spare.”
    “Thanks” said Andi as she
spun the top from the canteen and proceeded to drain it dry in less
than a minute.
    Out of the corner of her eye she caught
him staring at her breasts. She'd leaned back to drink from the
canteen and the movement had made them even more noticeable than
usual. By the time she'd emptied the canteen, the man's eyes were
looking at her face.
    “Wow, you were thirsty weren't
you? Well, that's all the water I have on me. If you want to come
back to my place I can get you some more. It isn't far, it's just on
the other side of that rise.” he said, pointing.
    “Thank you again... I don't know
your name, I'm Andi.”
    His face broke into a wry smile.
    “Sorry, I'm Jake.”
    “Thank you again Jake. I'm not
sure about your offer. No offense, but I don't know you. I'm pretty
sure someone was chasing me yesterday. I was afraid they were going
to catch up with me so I just kept going until I couldn't any more. I
thought you were them when I heard you moving through the brush.”
    “Well, I didn't hear anyone else
out there when I was scouting the area earlier on, just you. So, if
they were chasing you, they aren't close to catching up.”
    “Good, maybe they quit.”
    “My offer stands, if you want
some more water you can come down and get some. But I don't do
delivery.”
    “I'm not trying to be offensive,
but how do I know you aren't a nutcase intent on doing something to
me?”
    Jake looked around in an exaggerated
fashion. He raised a hand to waist level, palm up, and gestured to
the surrounding area with it.
    “There's no-one in sight. If I
wanted to do something to you, it would be done already.”
    Andi looked at Jake, scanning him up
and down. The wry smile that was still on his face decided her.
    “Alright, where is it?”
    Andi tried to follow when Jake started
to walk towards the rise he had indicated earlier. As soon as she let
go of his arm, her legs started to give out and she had to fight to
remain standing. She paused for a moment, noticing that Jake had
stopped to wait for her. When she tried to take a step again, her
legs cramped up on her badly and she started to fall before Jake
noticed and caught her.
    “Why don't you lean on me while
we head that way.”
    Andi nodded, the painful cramps in her
legs stealing her breath away and making it difficult to speak.
    Andi hobbled towards Jake's house, her
weight evenly distributed between them. When they crested the rise
Andi saw that the house was in a small bowl formed where a ridge had
split in two. The house rested in the center of the bowl and a
driveway led off down the valley formed by the two ridges. The
driveway disappeared around a turn before she saw it meet a road. The
area around the house was all cultivated as a garden and spots of
green sprouted through the straw that was used as mulch.
    As her eyes traced the driveway out of
sight, Jake followed her gaze.
    “Yeah, my place isn't visible
from the road, and I like it that way. Because of that no-one tries
to steal the produce from my garden. Come on over this way, there's a
path down that will probably be easier for us to use side by side.”
    Andi accepted Jake's help to get down
the steep slope. She followed him over to a bench on the south side
of the house where he gestured for her to sit. The sun was just
starting to push its rays over the edge of the ridge and the air was
beginning to warm.
    “Have a seat there, I'll get you
some more water.”
    Andi sat on the bench as Jake