After the healer left, the girls soon took off. Anna was on duty at the hospital, and Karen had to pair up with one of the women to watch the approaches to the village on the tower until evening.
I was bored alone in the house, but I was too lazy to go anywhere after a heavy breakfast. My magical colleagues and I were not required to do any chores; most of the time I worked with golems, or went to work in the city. The rest of the business was of no concern to me.
After lunch I visited the girls, bringing each a thermos of coffee and tea (whatever they liked). When I was with Anna, out of the corner of my eye I looked at those who had been rescued from the web and who had been put in a separate room and who had never come to their senses. I listened to Lucas say that the poor people's well-being had improved dramatically overnight and that they were a day or two away from regaining consciousness.
In the afternoon I tinkered with the loaf till dark, cleaning the dirt inside and outside, changed the oil and sprayed spray paint on the fresh scratches, which were left after the collision with the zombies.
- Yeah, it wouldn't be long before my car was camouflaged," - I chuckled as I judged how conspicuous the fresh spots of paint I'd picked up to match the color of the body was.
I had dinner with only Karen in the evening. Anna stayed at the hospital, though she usually came home to eat.
That's how somehow tediously and uselessly passed a day with a constant sense of anticipation and the thought that I missed something so-and-so or forgot.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and I was lying with my hands behind my head, looking out of bed at the bright stars and a piece of the moon ring. I didn't feel sleepy at all. Through the wall sometimes came the barely audible creaking of the bed.
"Karen can't sleep either," I thought, and the thought was followed by a herd of others that made me feel hot. The situation was one I had only dreamed of: me and a beautiful girl alone in the house. My inner devils were pushing me to get up and go into the girl's room. For starters, just to see if she was sick, what was bothering her, if anything had happened that she couldn't sleep. And then...
A quiet voice from the door prevented me from finishing the seduction process:
- Alex, are you awake?
There stood Karen, about whom I thought a second ago, imagining her in her favorite pajamas - shorts and a blouse of the thinnest, almost translucent, pink fabric with a lot of black and white characters. Except now she was wearing a lace bodysuit with a bow on the chest and lace fishnet stockings.
I swallowed and nodded, then called myself a fool and said it out loud:
- No, I'm not.
- Can I join you, because I don't feel comfortable alone? I can't sleep.
- Yeah, yeah, sure.
I just stunned at the sight of the girl approaching me in an extremely sexy outfit.
Only when she crouched on the edge of the bed, touching me, I realized and moved to the wall.
The girl lay down with her back to me and, as she got comfortable, touched her butt and back to my chest and stomach more than once. The hot maiden body, which smelled divinely of perfume and passion, made me very horny.
Finally she fell silent, and all I could hear was her soft breathing. And like a fool, I lay practically right next to her, going crazy with desire and not finding the courage to move on to something more.