<div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr/><br/>Dixie was not as light as she looked meaning she was hiding some muscle under those wicked curves but I did not complain, I had women twice her weight noticed on my belt buckle. "You two love to stand out don't ya." I commented as I set her down on her feet and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. After she went inside I walked off towards my own plane I called home. I got to work right away by wheeling out my fat boy (motorcycle) and checking to make sure everything was in proper order before topping off the tank. I was running low but a full tank would last me a week or so.<br/><br/>Walking inside to grab the empty saddle bags and a couple dozen of bolts for the cross bow I set off and caught the sight of a sleeping watchmen on my way out which made me stop. "Hey! Wake the fuck up or I am going to put an arrow in your ass boy!" I shouted out at him loud enough for the entire camp to hear before setting off once more.<br/><br/>The camp was nearby an old airport and plenty of roads. I picked to visit the south-east that day, follow the roads and see what I might find. About twenty minutes in I see the back of a woman walking towards a small town a few hours walk away. She was mostly following the roads, it was smarter to do so travel wise but dangerous in case a car was driving on through. Luckily I was the one to spot her, not much traffic passes by I noticed these days. When I was moving out west, the interstates were vehicle graveyards but the more inhospitable an area was, the least traffic you might see.<br/><br/>"Hey sweetheart, where you going? Need a ride?"<br/>I asked her once I pulled up along side her and looked in her direction. I knew her from the camp but not very well. "Running away from the old man you fucking finally?" I added with a grin before motioning her to hop on behind me.