So do you count as Australian anymore? I guess I can still call myself an American, at least by continent. I mention it because the girl, Samantha, that I have been getting on with the best has the Aussie accent. I can't imagine her ever getting home, but still, no matter the war, you can't change your continent. India/Asia excepted. Anyhow, Sam is several years my elder, but she knows what she is doing. Too many of the Anchorhead girls are all Neo-Victorian minded, but Samantha seems to have her head on straight. She lost a couple of kids during the tribulations of the war, but it seems to only have made her more aware of the Game, in the rap star player sense of it. I don't think me and Sam have some supernatural bond, but she doesn't think we do either, which, at least so far, puts her in the front running. We can make out, have oral sex, and not have it be the end of the world. Pardon me, end of the world is less funny now that the world has ended. I can get a blow job, I can go down on her, and what it means is that we've had a good time. Neither of us trust condems, or has enough faith in each other to just have sex regular or with possibly compromised rubbers. Which I think is just what the doctor ordered. Maggie seems to like Sam, too, which is a big plus.