She was on her back, her favorite position, not really looking up,
even though her face was open to the starlit sky above. Her eye lids
were fluttering too fast for her to focus on the stars. The moon was
low in the west, and really not much more than a sliver of pale
yellowing light.

The paleness of her skin in the almost nonexistent light turned him
on, causing his turgid member to remain functional as he pleasured
her yet again. It didn't take much. She loved this sort of sensual
interlude, though she would never have admitted it to any other woman.

Her skin suddenly began to goose bump, as though she were being
somehow watched in her sensuous activity. It didn't bother her; in
fact she liked the delicious sensation. She was a bit of an
exhibitionist after all.

She was just one of those lucky women who had an easy time reaching
orgasm. And this man had pleasured her to seven already this
evening.

He wanted to set a new personal best record with her. His previous
record was thirteen.

Her orgasms, not his.

But when she clamped down hard during a particularly vehement
cumming, she triggered him, causing his own unexpected bliss to
cascade out of control. He had then collapsed on top of her heaving
plump hillocks.

As her hands languidly caressed his back, her eyes slowly focused,
her soft smile of happy satisfaction unseen. They lay in a bit of a
hollow, probably carved out by someone who intended to build a house
or out building back before the earthquake. She believed the
indention in the otherwise flat landscape kept her adequately
protected from anyone using a night scope.

Or so she halfway hoped.

Her lust had, at least, secured another few days of rations for both
her and her growing six year old son. The man breathing deeply on
top of her was in charge of handing out the food every day. She
found it prudent to keep him within intimate reach. Besides, his
penis was delightfully worthy of her carnal attentions.

She loved late evenings like this in warm, late spring weather. She
saturated her senses with the soft twinkling of the stars, the
moonlight just strong enough to see the critical things, but not
strong enough see those things which a woman wishes to remain hidden,
the scent of the soft lingering fragrances of wildflowers, which had
competed for sunlight all day, combined to bring a satisfied smile to
her softly sweet face

As she sighed toward the velvety dome above her, her breathing slowly
returning to normal, she suddenly realized that there were no stars
twinkling. At first she was sure that the clouds had rolled in from
the coast line fifty or sixty miles to the west.

But when she glanced in other directions, she saw that in several
locations, the stars were invisible in oddly rectangular shapes. Her
ears pricked up. But she heard no sounds other than a few night
birds and the softening breaths of her lover.

Her instincts suddenly kicked into her consciousness.

Something was wrong! Sweat broke out on her upper brow. Her hackles
prickled her neck. She pushed at the heavy body relaxed and nearly
motionless resting on her.

He grunted.

"Get off me, honey!" she whispered.

He grunted again.

"Damn it, move!" Her still soft voice was insistent, almost brash.

He was not used to being talked to in such uncompromising terms.
After all, he held the key to the larder in their ever growing
nomadic clan. "Whaaaaat?" he asked irritably.

"Get off me damn it, something's wrong! Move your ass!" She shoved
hard and rolled, managing to get his bulk off of her.

She got up on her knees.

Her face upturned, studying the stars, or lack thereof. She tried to
calm her growing prickle of fear.

She could comprehend them now, the shapes, rectangular areas where
the stars were inexplicably not visible. Her mind tried to discount
the oddly symmetrical shapes. But they were too perfect. Exact
rectangles. Starless rectangles of silent darkness.

When she stared hard at one of the form's hard edges, she saw that it
WAS moving, ever so slowly, across the night sky. Stars were
disappearing on one side, and others were reappearing on the other
edge of the ominous rectangular forms.

She felt an odd, unexplainable heaviness bearing down on every part
of her body.

Her anxious face turned upwards searching for clues as to what was
eating the stars and spitting them back out, she was not really
paying attention to what she was doing. Her heavy fingers fumbled to
button up her blouse. Then it occurred to her that she had not
panties nor trousers on. Hopping lethargically on one foot while
still trying to look up, she finally managed to pull her trousers up
and tuck her blouse in in the near total darkness.

Her lover was scrambling up the slight indention, swearing at how
heavy he felt. His shoes kept sliding backward as he tried harder
and harder to gain purchase in the slope.

She collapsed awkwardly down onto the ground to tie her shoes. It
was the timing of her sitting down that saved her life.

Her boyfriend was crushed by something that was black, heavy, and
blotted out the sky.

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