-Caleb-
I sat cross-legged on the bed with Jacey sitting across from me while we ate rehydrated pot roast from ration packs. We balanced the food on our knees while our bottled waters rested on the floor next to us.
We’d been picnicking this way for days. We’d also been doing it missionary style so I could hide most of Jacey from the camera. Or cameras. I wasn’t quite sure how many cameras were on us.
They’d left us clothes as well, so Jacey and I spent most of our time in windsuits. When we weren’t f*****g. We spent a lot of time f*****g. Mostly because we were bored.
There was no television. No phone. No computer. Nothing but Jacey, me, food, clothing, water, and a mattress. And the corner of our bunker that was a small bathroom. That shower had gotten a lot of miles, too.
“I’m two
