End-of-World Fuck: Ravaging My Shy Lieutenant in the Comms Shack
The comms room reeks of salt and stale coffee. Dim lamp flickers. Outside, the Pacific laps the Blue Royal, last cruise ship afloat. War’s over. Nukes wiped everything. Marc hunches over dials, trembling. Skinny kid, glasses fogged, always stutters near me. My red hair spills free as I ditch my cap. World’s fucked. Why not […]