When they reached the other side of the room, Pam paused, glancing from one door to the other and back again. Finally, she nudged Jim towards the one marked 'Male' and said, "Go see if there's anyone in there. If not, come back and get me ( Read more... )

For the past two weeks or so, Jim had been acting really odd. At first, he'd gotten extremely touchy-feely. More than usual, anyway. He kept hinting at something, but she couldn't quite get it. It was frustrating, to a point, but also a little annoying. Roy was beginning to suspect something. She'd been repeatedly reassuring him that nothing was ( Read more... )

It was the middle of the night when she woke up. At least, she was pretty sure that's when it was. It was always hard to tell when you were inside. Either way, it was dark and Pam didn't really feel like stumbling about the compound in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. At least, not by herself ( Read more... )

Pam woke up slowly, as usual. She liked the warm fuzziness that came with not being quite awake. Most times, she would just snuggle back against Jim and close her eyes. Sometimes, she would fall back asleep, but other times, she would just lie there and enjoy the cocoon-like feeling that being in bed with Jim brought on ( Read more... )

How Pam had acquired the alcohol was irrelevant, really. What was important, was the fact that was actually drinking it. She'd never been one to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but here she was, draped across the hammock, bottle of moonshine in her hand ( Read more... )

How Pam had gotten ahold of a bottle of mango wine was... unimportant. What was important was that she'd had only a few sips and was already quite sure that the ground was moving beneath her as the hammock was still ( Read more... )