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　her　nylon　blouse；　callouses　snagging　the　material。　Pulling　at　it；　grunting。
　　
　　She　did　not　understand　any　more　than　the　other　did。　Her　body　should　have　been　free；　unencumbered；　instead　it　was　unnaturally　encased；　unfortable；　preventing　her　from　stretching　her　limbs；　displaying　herself　for　the　admiration　of　these　males　who　had　e　to　her。　Something　was　wrong；　she　should　not　be　imprisoned；　shackled　in　this　shameful　way。　Her　skin　was　itching；　screaming　out　for　its　freedom。
　　
　　Now　it　was　her　fingers；　no　longer　slim　and　sensuous；　which　secured　a　grip　on　her　upper　garment。　Buttons　were　beyond　her　prehension；　she　just　knew　that　she　had　to　rid　herself　of　these　garments　in　the　quickest　possible　way。　She　pulled；　the　blouse　tore　diagonally。　Another　tug　and　it　was　shredded　right　across；　tearing　frantically；　desperate　to　free　herself。
　　
　　A　gasp　of　surprise　from　the　tall　dark　male；　stabbing　with　his　fingers　again　at　her　tight　bra…cups；　rubbing　in　search　of　the　nipples　which　were　hidden　from　view。　Somehow　his　clumsy　fumblings　found　the　strap　and　the　strained　elastic　twanged；　brought　a　howl　of　fear　from　his　thick　bearded　lips　as　it　lashed　him。　Then　he　saw　the　exposed　pink　firm　nipples　and　his　teeth　showed　in　a　wide　smile。　She　was　female　after　all。
　　
　　The　tight…fitting　jeans　posed　a　problem　for　both　of　them；　smooth　cotton　with　nowhere　to　grip。　He　spun　her　round；　ran　his　hands　down　her　buttocks；　let　out　a　loud　sigh。　A　nod　of　his　head　and　two　of　the　others　stepped　forward；　the　third　one　already　crumpled　to　the　floor　still　trying　to　plug　his　gashed　artery。
　　
　　Help　me；　for　this　is　indeed　a　strange　woman！
　　
　　It　was　sheer　bined　strength　which　finally　conquered　the　stubborn　jeans；　the　trouser　legs　being　ripped　upwards　from　the　bottom　so　that　the　fastener　flew　open。　Further　amazement　as　a　pair　of　scarlet　pants　were　revealed　but　there　was　no　time　for　curiosity　now。　They　were　torn　asunder；　flung　to　one　side。　A　warning　growl　and　the　two　helpers　hastily　retreated　to　join　their　dying　panion。　Their　leader　had　picked　his　woman　and　it　would　be　a　foolish　man　who　tried　to　contest　the　prize。
　　
　　Beneath　her　coating　of　fluffy　hair　Jackie　Quinn's　coarse　skin　prickled　and　she　shuddered　in　anticipation；　knew　automatically　the　role　which　she　was　expected　to　play。　It　was　her　duty；　pleasure　came　second。　A　half…glance　down　at　the　other's　lower　regions　showed　her　the　solid　length　of　pink　flesh　protruding　from　a　thick　forest　of　hair。　He　was　ready；　she　must　not　delay　or　else　he　would　bee　angry；　might　fly　into　a　rage　and　kill　her。　None　could　deny　him　his　right。
　　
　　She　nodded；　turned；　and　dropped　lithely　on　to　all…fours；　thighs　well　apart；　buttocks　raised。　Tensed；　waiting。
　　
　　He　fell　on　her　from　behind　with　the　primitive　eagerness　of　an　animal　which　has　been　kept　waiting　too　long；　gripping　her　thighs　painfully　for　support；　stabbing　at　her　to　find　her　entrance；　hurting　her　but　she　did　not　cry　out。　She　pushed　backwards　to　aid　his　penetration；　braced　herself　in　readiness　for　his　slamming　thrusts。
　　
　　So　hard　and　fast；　over　almost　as　soon　as　it　had　begun；　dragging　her　upright　with　him；　gripping　her　arm　tightly　as　he　turned　to　face　the　watchers。　The　fleeting　glimmer　of　hope　in　their　tiny　eyes　died　instantly。　This　time　the　pleasure　was　not　to　be　a　shared　one。　Their　leader　sought　more　than　the　delights　of　mating；　he　required　this　strange　woman　to　bear　his　child；　to　prepare　his　food　and　to　tend　his　needs。
　　
　　His　word　was　law　and　none　would　question　it　until　the　day　came　when　his　leadership　was　disputed。　And　that　time　was　not　nigh　yet。
　　
　　Blood　dripped　steadily　into　that　square　hole　in　the　concrete　floor；　following　the　slight　slope；　with　a　noise　like　a　leaking　tap；　a　crimson　lake　that　would　partially　empty　and　then　congeal。　The　man　on　the　floor　was　dead　but　his　passing　would　not　be　mourned。　Where　there　was　life　there　was　always　death；　it　was　the　law　of　Nature　and　was　accepted　without　question。
　　
　　Jackie　looked　up　into　the　face　of　her　lover；　recognised　his　sheer　strength　and　power　and　her　flesh　goosepimpled　with　pride。
　　
　　'Jac；'　she　tapped　her　breasts　and　smiled。
　　
　　His　eyes　appeared　to　glaze　over　for　a　second；　a　moment　of　half…hesitation　as　though　he　was　trying　to　remember　something　but　his　brain　withheld　it；　a　flicker　that　might　just　have　been　fear　and　then　it　was　gone。
　　
　　'Kuz。'　His　reply　was　forced　as　though　his　vocal　chords　were　unused　to　speech。
　　
　　There　was　no　more　to　be　said。　Between　the　three　of　them　they　lifted　her　safely　through　the　broken　window；　climbed　after　her　with　more　caution　than　they　had　shown　on　entering。　Glass　was　not　strong　but　it　was　capable　of　cutting。　And　killing。　They　had　learned　and　they　would　not　forget。
　　
　　Shapes　emerged　from　the　wilderness　that　had　once　been　a　suburban　garden　but　in　the　darkness　it　was　difficult　to　distinguish　between　male　and　female。　A　silent　watching　crowd　which　looked　to　the　one　called　Kuz　for　leadership。　Where　he　went；　they　would　follow　unquestioningly。
　　
　　With　Jackie　at　his　side　he　strode　off　in　a　southerly　direction；　striking　across　the　fields；　skirting　those　lines　of　amber　lights；　glancing　fearfully　at　them　and　quickening　his　pace；　obeying　an　instinctive　calling　to　be　away　from　this　place　which　he　did　not　understand。　Ahead　lay　the　hills；　a　landscape　unchanged　and　older　than　his　own　species。
　　
　　The　calling　was　very　strong。
　　
　　
　　
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　　IT　NEEDED　an　awful　lot　of　courage　to　step　outside　the　cottage　into　a　world　you　had　once　e　to　accept　and　now　feared　what　you　might　find　there。　Jon　considered　some　type　of　protective　clothing；　there　had　been　a　play　on　TV　some　time　ago　about　the　survivors　of　a　nuclear　holocaust。　They　had　donned　plastic　coveralls　to　go　outside；　left　them　at　the　doorway　when　they　returned。　Fine；　but　he　didn't　have　any　such　garments；　an　oversight　which　had　caught　him　out。　But　this　wasn't　radioactive　fall…out；　it　was　micro…organisms　of　a　decidedly　nasty　species。　His　working　overalls　hung　in　the　lobby；　Jackie's　alongside　them。
　　
　　'We'd　better　put　these　on；'　he　said；　'and　leave　'em　here　when　we　e　back。'　'If　we　get　back！
　　
　　Sylvia　wrinkled　her　nose　in　disapproval；　a　mistress　clad　in　the　wife's　apparel。　Humiliating。
　　
　　'I'd　。　。　。　rather　not；'　she　replied　huskily。
　　
　　'Look。'　His　tone　was　sharp。　'You　either　put　them　on　or　else　you　stay　here　and　wait　for　me。　I　ought　not　to　be　taking　you　along　anyway。'
　　
　　Reluctantly　Sylvia　Atkinson　reached　down　the　thin　green　plastic　overalls。　There　was　a　rip　in　the　side；　the　rest　plastered　with　dried　mud　like　a　suit　of　army　camouflage　clothing。
　　
　　'They're　too　big；'　she　muttered　sulkily。　'I　can't　wear　these。'
　　
　　'You'll　have　to；'　he　snapped。　'Roll　the　sleeves　and　legs　up。　You're　not　going　on　a　fashion　parade；　after　all。'
　　
　　Reluctantly；　petulantly；　she　obeyed。　'Is　that　to　your　satisfaction；　sir？'
　　
　　'That's　OK；'　he　nodded；　glimpsed　the　twelve…bore　propped　in　the　corner；　wondered　if　he　should　take　it　along。　No；　it　would　not　be　necessary；　you　couldn't　shoot　micro…organisms。
　　
　　He　opened　the　door；　went　outside；　sensed　her　following　him　but　did　not　glance　back。　Suddenly　Sylvia　was　a　nuisance；　a　liability。　Jackie　would　have　co…operated；　e　up　with　some　constructive　ideas。　As　it　was；　he　was　lumbered　with　a　passenger；　an　additional　responsibility。　Even　being　alone　would　have　been　preferable。　Or　would　it？　You　wouldn't　know　about　that　until　it　happened；　and　by　then　it　could　be　too　late。
　　
　　The　yard　with　its　row　of　outbuildings　faced　him。　The　goat…house；　its　door　open；　the　animals　probably　grazing　the　field　at　the　rear。　The　woodshed　and　implement　shed；　the　hay　barn。　To　the　right　was　the　vegetable　patch；　the　weeds　which　a　week　ago　had　been　brown　and　going　to　seed；　now　ready　for　hoeing；　sprouting　fresh　greenery；　that　storm　the　other　night　had　been　heavy；　an　array　of　puddles　still　on　the　rutted　track。　Maybe　an　inch　of　rain。　The　surrounding　countryside　had　an　artificial　camouflaged　look　about　it　too。　Overhead　the　sky　was　gun　blue；　just　an　odd　wisp　or　two　of　fluffy　white　cloud。　The　long　dry　spell　hadn't　cracked；　just　a　freak　interlude。　Everywhere　smelled　fresh　and　if　you　had　not　known　what　had　happened　you　would　never　have　guessed。
　　
　　'Where　the　devil　are　the　hens？'　Jon　spoke　aloud；　a　puzzled　look　on　his　face。　Usually　the　poultry　spent　most　of　their　time　scratching　in　the　yard　and　trying　to　devise　ways　of　getting　through　the　chicken…netting　into　the　garden。　But　now　there　wasn't　a　single　bird　in　sight。　It　was　strange。　Eerie。　He　experienced　a　chill　in　his　stomach；　licked　his　lips　nervously。　The　hens　were　always　around；　now　suddenly　they　were　conspicuous　by　their　absence。
　　
　　He　stepped　forward；　squelched　in　the　mud。　He'd　better　check　on　the　goats；　he'd　been　worrying　about　them　ever　since　he　and　Sylvia　had　been　confined　below　ground。　The　kids　would　be　taking　the　milk　so　there　was　no　worry　about　mastitis　setting　in；　but　he　did　not　like　leaving　them　untended。　They　surely　would　not　be　far　away。
　　
　　He　saw　them；　the　three　nannies　with　five　kids　along　the　hedgeside　nibbling　at　hawthorn　shoots；　boughs　devoid　of　bark　where　they　had　stripped　them。　Relief　because　the　animals　were　OK。
　　
　　A　horned　head　went　up。　Rosie；　the　oldest　goat；　had　seen　him；　the　ridge　of　hairs　along　her　back　stiffened；　the　hackles　rising。　A　bleat；　deep　and　nearly　unrecognisable。　Two　more　white　Saanen　heads　jerked　round；　eyes　reflecting　a　fear　of　the　unknown。　Kids　leaped　out　of　the　undergrowth；　skipped　towards　their　mothers。　Suddenly　danger　threatened。
　　
　　'Rosie；'　Jon　called。　'Rosie；　it's　only　me。'
　　
　　But　Rosie　did　not　recognise　her　master；　that　much　was　clear。　She　backed　away；　turned；　the　other　two　following　her；　the　youngsters　staying　close　to　their　respective　mothers。
　　
　　Cloven　hooves　scampered；　thudded　on　soft　grass　as　the　animals　broke　into　a　run　heading　diagonally　across　the　small　rough　field　away　from　the　two　humans。　Fleeing　in　fear。
　　
　　'Well；　damn　me！'　Jon　Quinn　cursed。　They've　never　done　that　before；　ever。　Usually　the　moment　they　see　me　they　e　running；　hoping　it's　milking　time　and　they　can　get　a　bucket　of　concentrates。　It's　as