JOANA CHECKED her emails on her iPad that late evening. There were no replies from Lilya Devon Jensen in their secret email account which they both shared. Joana had consistently for the past few days placed daily entries by writing in detail about a guy she met and interested in, along with other girlie stuffs since her return from New Orleans.

Mrs Scott was seated at her favourite chair nearby with her usual knitting —but at the same time she noticing her granddaughter was in her own space on the sofa while resting her injured foot—the red-headed was occasionally blushing and sometimes smiling to herself. Frequently, her toes were curling.

Marlin was lying on the bed in his room, staring at the ceiling. He had excused himself after dinner and turned in early. He needed some alone time to think through his escape in the early wee hours in the morning on one of the motorbikes in the barn.

He has been there at the farm for days and has not seen any of the Aryan sister-boys using any of the bikes. He was wondering if the vehicles were in a travelling condition because the journey to Washington was a long ride east. He needed to find Dr Jane Morris once he was there—after his prison break, she was the only one who knew the specific location where his mother and the rest of the Russian scientists were in hiding.

Part of him was already missing Joana whom he has grown fond of since coming over here. Her caring and sharing nature were positively instilled by her grandmother Edna when raising her. He was also aware that Roxy Gilman will take her away soon on Friday but he felt Jo would be safer there in the Aryan camp—wherever that was located—in case, if it was hit by Jensen's elite troop, they will have a better fighting chance rather than Jo getting ambushed here in her grandmother's farmhouse...

He was going to sorely miss her.

What if both the bikes were broken? Then he will be left behind when Joana followed Roxy away—what will happen to him then? Will the Aryans keep their word to let him live or will the sister-boys put a bullet in his head and bury him in the backyard—just like the animus Lee has said before?

Now he was contemplating to kill both the armed sister-boys before stealing the motorbike tonight...

Lee and Cynthia were drinking beers and were laughing outside in the porch. Then Lee glanced at her watch and stood up—and opened the front door. She saw the old woman and her Aryan Commander seated. Lee notified that she will be shutting down the generator in ten minutes—Mrs. Scott placed her knitting aside when the front door closed.

"Jo, you better turn in, I left your antibiotics by the bedside. Take it before you sleep, dear." Obediently, Joana got off from the couch and used her crutches and gaited towards the old woman; she bent over and kissed her forehead. "Good night, Grandma."

She went to her bedroom and positioned the single crutches aside and saw the antibiotic capsules and a glass of water. She turned to notice a bright small box on her pillow—she picked it and discovered half a dozen condoms in it.

Joana blushed and giggled softly to herself—her sweet old silly grandma has something naughty planned with a seal of her blessings.

Marlin ascertained the houselights going off to total darkness—he discerned it was 9 p.m.

It was similar routine like when he was in Tombscradle where lights-out was at ten during his five years of isolation on the top floor in Block F. He used to lie in his cot back then, thinking of his Suki Takahashi quixotic fling before he drifted to sleep—even though Suki was not coming back to his life again nor into his dreams—but that routine had kept him sane in those lonely Tombscradle years. But tonight, his mind has been going through the ins and outs of his escape plan instead...

He has made up his mind that once he awoke later as clockwork at three-ish to take a leak—he will then plan his escape by jumping out of the window; and in silent furtiveness, he would take out the Aryan sister-boy who would normally rotate to keep the night-watch on the rocking chair at the porch—where he will kill her by strangulation without any gunshots fired. He will then will use her rifle to crack the skull of the other butch who will be asleep in her room that can be accessed inside by the backdoor; and with that done, he can then work the bike at the barn for his getaway...

Once he had reached Washington D.C., he will send a letter to thank Edna Scott for her kindness and warm hospitality—and at the same time apologize for the two dead bodies he had left behind—Edna will understand because she too hated the Aryans sister-boys who were also actually keeping her as a hostage in her own farmhouse. Then he will tell her to send his regards to Joana at their Aryan camp and apologize for his sudden departure without saying goodbye—even though Jo will be still mad at him and would curse him as a 'freak' —but she will eventually understand that his urgency to head back east...

He was satisfied with his plan and he pulled up the covers and tried to sleep —but he could not with the angst of what has to be done later tonight—he then kept fanaticizing of Joana's puffy pink nipples...

*

She first thought that Joana would hesitate to act—being too mortified. She waited for twenty minutes before she finally heard her granddaughter's headway in the darkened house. The sound of the tip of her crutches thwacking the marble floor echoed softly. Edna knew that the girl was a little clumsy.

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True enough, she heard her bumping on the side-table with the photo frames were, while she made her way to the boy's room in the gloomy hallway...

Roxy will be coming over to take her away in two days and there was no stopping her then; it will be a long time before she can see her granddaughter again where Joana will be then back in with the all-female militia army camp life. Edna despised the Aryans' cause and their unhealthy licentious lesbian lifestyle over there, based on what she overheard from the conversations of the two sister-boys at her place.

She knew that the girls there could only be allowed to have a normal life after the age of thirty—after serving fifteen years to the Sisterhood cause. She felt those girls in the campsite were missing out a lot from both their teens and twenties phases in their lives—she regretted indignantly that Joana was also forced into it...

Edna recalled when she first popped-her-cherry way back in the 80's when Bernard Rudder took her out for dinner and to a movie—she remembered it was a rom-com that Meg Ryan-Tom Hank starred. She can't bear in mind the movie title—but she remembered laughed a lot that evening. She recollected Bernard taking her to his new rented apartment that he moved in after leaving his parent's house. They had some beers and she smoked a joint for the first time. Bernard then surprised her by switching on all twenty lava-lamps that he had collected in his darkened bedroom—her first-time sex with the weed and those freaky lamps—it was a really trippy and memorable sensuous exploration...

She was eighteen back then, and Bernard Rudder was her first love of her other liaisons. Now Joana was in that age gap—but the world had changed ever since the Medusa, and Edna suspected Jo was still a virgin. It was not she wanted to encourage the girl to sleep around—but she wanted her to have more going with that trustworthy boy who rescued her at the battlefield in New Orleans and brought her back home safely.

Edna wished that Joana's last two days under her roof would be equally memorable—as that esthetic night, she had in Bernard Rudder's new apartment.

*

He turned over to notice the door creaking open, instantly he sat up and reached to switch on a battery-operated lamp beside—his initial thoughts were the antipathy sister-boys has come in to ace him—and then bury him in a shallow grave in the fields outside.

Marlin peered instead at Joana in the dim, standing by the door wearing her same bathrobe from that morning. He smelled the reek of bourbon—Jo must have been drinking the balance booze left behind by Roxy's last visit ...

The blond boy whispered out. "Hey, what are you doing here, Jo?"

He heard her drunken giggles and the door closing. Joana whispered back, "I am spending the night with you." He was taken aback and still in an undertone, he protested "What? But Mrs. Scott is in the next room!"

"Yes, I know my grandmother lives here," she teased back before he had a full nude view of Joana dropping the bathrobe. She came naked towards him— a beholding sight but he was distracted by her bush...

She might not have shaven since she had it—unlike Suki. Why does he keep on comparing everything with his vacuumed past? He should stop that, he thought again.

She got her good knee on the bed. He somehow still objected with Roxy's invective double warning playbacks clearly going in his head during her two meetings the fish. 'Don't breed fries,' he was cautioned...

"Jo, you are going to get me in trouble!"

He saw her tossing something onto his chest. He picked up the small box of condoms and heard her say. "Not unless if we use these." Once again, his recollection was of Suki's magical backpack with her constant supplies of tropical fruit flavoured conceptive rubbers and other kinky Japanese toys, lubricants and erotic literature—which she shopped at the adult-store while they used to hang out with the others rich kids at Kenzo Plaza in DC.

"No, I don't want to be disrespectful to Mrs Scott when I am in her house, now get back to your room, Jo." It was a good thing the room was gloomy because he was speaking with his eyes staring at her full breasts.

"Hey relax, silly, this is grandma's idea—she likes you a lot and she trusts you, Marlin—and I like you a lot too." The sloshed Joana ignored his word of warning and she laid beside him, her hands began caressing his shoulder-length blond hair...

'Why is she doing this now?'

They had spent a good inadvertent half-hour at barn's attic that morning when they were in her secret place—the couch was there, and she was also half-naked under that same bathrobe that she wore at that time—she even changed in front of him into the Gucci dress—she had then intentionally shown him photo albums of her naked Aunt Andrea and the loutish sculpture in the 69 positions; he was turned on then while playing along with her wiles—but she did not come strong on him like how she was doing now...

She had treated him like a 'girlfriend' that morning.

Joana started kissing him—he enjoyed the touch of her soft lips for a moment—but he felt he was going to complicate matters like his past with Suki; her cousin then hounded him ever since he had his impracticable relationship...

He was to wrought his own escape in the next a few hours from now but now Joana is intending to sleep in his room—with him sneaked out later, hunting for the sister-boys to kill which will not go well when Roxy Gilman happened to find out about Joana's whereabouts during the event of his getaway...

Marlin slowly away broke away from her embracement—Joana stared in disbelief for a moment, looking at his half lighted face from the weak luminous bulb from the side...

"What's the matter—you don't want me?"

Marlin did not respond and he turned his body slightly away to conceal the shame-erection that he has built under the covers—he heard her commune further...

"Is it because I am not a city girl like your girlfriend Suki who wears fancy and expensive clothes to turn you on?"

Now she was getting it all wrong but he was tongue-tied, and cannot explain his intention of escape after some messy killings that were about to happen later...

She is also an Aryan Commander—would he have to kill her too if she choose to arm herself to stand up and protect her Sisterhood clan?

Marlin was paralyzed by his confusions, yet remained all ears...

"If I had a choice, I don't want to be a farm-girl; I would rather run away like Lilya or my Aunt Andrea—so I can live a better life somewhere else."

There were sobs in the dark...

"But I really don't have a choice, okay? And it is not fair to me that you look down on me like this."

She began to crawl off the bed and bent to pick her bathrobe from the floor. Marlin blew a breath of rueful hiss and he too stepped off the mattress with his prodding shame-boner...

The blond Adonis came from behind and hoisted the naked girl up as he did in New Orleans. He laid Joana back on the bed and progressed on top and started to kiss her hard...