"Milton, is that you?" I crept closer to the masked man, eyeing him up and down. "I thought you died."
He didn't speak.
Oh! I ran to him, throwing myself into his arms. He was alive. I inhaled, only smelling his PARA suit. "How did you manage to survive out here?" I asked. He tilted his head down, but I couldn't see his face. He didn't speak either. "Is your voice box radio broken or something?"
He nodded.
"Oh, how terrible!"
I couldn't imagine being stuck out here in the above world with no way to speak to people. Hesitantly, he put his arms around me and hugged me back, pattingme.
"Is there somewhere we can go, where you can take off the mask? It's been weeks. Surely you couldn't survive without removing it to eat."
He shook his head and pointed to me.
Not anywhere I could go.
My mood fell. "Well, I guess I'm glad I get to see you now here. You want to sit down?"
I took his hand and led him to the tram. We stepped inside. This part of the park was relatively untouched by the chemicals and monsters that crept around in the above world. Crawlies must not have found this place yet, and creepies probably wouldn't get too far off the ground.
"Are you going to come back with me? To the bunker?" I asked, hopeful. He shook his head. My stomach twisted. "Is... this the last time I'm going to see you?" There was a hesitance and then a nod.
"Oh, Milton. I wish I could go with you, wherever you're going. It's been awful since you've been gone. My Daddy died the same night you went missing and then they gave me a new one, and, and—" Tears spilled from my eyes. "I hate it!"
He cocked his head.
"You wouldn't believe it. Callahan is my new Daddy. He's even worse than you could even imagine." Should I tell him about what Callahan did after the spanking? I pressed my lips together and shoved the memory down. It would only anger Milton to not have been the first to touch me. "I don't know what to do."
My masked man patted his knee. Cautiously, I sat, and he comforted me as I cried softly against his body. He began to slowly, travel up my thigh and back down, pushing my skirt higher and lower and higher again each time. He shifted me on his lap and something pressed against my bottom, reminding me why I washere in the first place.
Well, why he wanted me here. I came to end things. To say goodbye.
I stared into the mask. I couldn't see anything, not even his eyes. I sighed. I knew it was against the rules, but Milton and I hadn't cared. We'd been fully prepared to take our secret to the grave.
No one had to know.
I swallowed my nerves and slid off his lap.
“Milton, I think this should be the last time we see each other.”
He stilled. My heart hammered in my chest as his head dipped.
“This wasn’t our plan, I know, but things have changed. It’s not romantic anymore, it’s… scary,” I said, stepping up to him. He spread his legs and pulled me into him. His hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts. I sighed. “Milton.”
He fingered the buttons. Slowly, undoing them one by one, he tugged them down. I let him do the same to my brassiere.
My insides were so twisted with nerves, I was on the verge of tears again. With no way to know what he was thinking, I was unsure of what to do. My thoughts kept going to Callahan. He’d be so angry if he caught me right now. He’d kill Milton right here and now, and then punish me when we got back.
Would he make me feel good too?
I looked at myself. My nipples had grown hard and rigid from the shift in temperature.
"We shouldn’t keep going," I said, my voice shaking.
He removed his gloves and brought his bare hands to my breasts, running his thumb over my cold nipple. It sent a delightful shiver through me. I closed my eyes and imagined Milton's face inside the mask. However, it morphed into Callahan’s, and a moan escaped my throat. If I pretended itwas Cal under the mask, I could give Milton what he wanted and then say goodbye for good.
He massaged my breasts, and I let out a groan. I looked at him and then back down at his pants.
