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　not　after　that；　certainly。　His　own　then；　just　a　single　bed。
　　
　　'We'd　better　get　some　sleep。'　He　closed　his　eyes；　made　a　pillow　out　of　his　pressed　hands。
　　
　　She　nodded；　took　his　arm　again。　Where　you　go；　I　go。
　　
　　New　fears　troubled　him　as　they　mounted　the　stairs；　Jackie　viewing　her　surroundings　with　undisguised　awe。　They　were　going　to　share　a　bed；　his　own　single　bed；　which　meant　that　they　would　be　crushed　up　tightly　together。　He　should　have　been　aroused；　mankind's　strongest　urge　taking　over。　Instead；　his　stomach　rolled　and　he　felt　sick；　perhaps　she　was　aware　of　his　trembling；　misinterpreted　it　for　eagerness。
　　
　　Phil　Winder　had　often　wondered　if　he　was　gay。　No；　not　really；　he　just　had　a　very　low　sex　drive；　and　he　was　naturally　shy　of　girls。　He　had　had　only　one　real　date　in　his　life；　Julie　who　worked　in　the　cafe　at　Pontypridd；　the　one　that　most　of　the　students　used。　It　had　taken　him　six　weeks　before　he　had　been　able　to　stammer　out　a　request　to　take　her　out　and　it　had　been　a　real　shock　to　him　when　she　had　nodded　her　assent　and　replied；　'Yes；　that　would　be　nice。'
　　
　　Christ；　it　had　to　be　his　biggest　anti…climax；　an　evening　of　embarrassment　and　overwhelming　inhibitions。　He　hadn't　even　kissed　her　goodnight；　knew　she　didn't　want　to　see　him　again；　knew　it　would　happen　again　with　any　girl　he　dated。　Later　he　got　an　erection　but　it　was　too　late　then。
　　
　　Maybe　he　wasn't　exactly　gay；　just　bi…sexual。　He　hadn't　had　a　homosexual　relationship　as　such；　just　little　things　that　had　happened　between　himself　and　Hugh　during　the　time　they　had　shared　digs。　Two　of　a　kind　really；　and　there　had　to　be　an　outlet　for　their　frustrations　somewhere。
　　
　　It　was　Hugh　who　had　begun　it；　and　looking　back　it　seemed　relatively　harmless。　Or　was　it？　Was　it　just　the　beginning　of　something　which　had　never　had　the　opportunity　to　e　to　fruition？　The　most　thrilling　moment　of　his　life　had　been　that　night　when　he　had　been　disturbed　from　a　doze　by　Hugh　sitting　on　the　edge　of　his　bed。　Phil　knew　even　before　the　other's　hand　began　to　creep　beneath　the　sheets　exactly　what　was　going　to　happen。　A　moment　of　electrification　and　this　time　there　was　no　embarrassment；　no　inhibitions　because　he　knew　Hugh　felt　the　same　way。
　　
　　It　had　never　ever　gone　further　than　gentle　mutual　masturbation；　had　lasted　for　over　a　year　until　Hugh　graduated。　Then　Phil's　loneliness　came　seeping　back。　Now　he　had　a　woman　and　his　fears　were　beginning　all　over　again。
　　
　　'I'm　Phil。'　He　tapped　his　bare　chest；　wished　that　he　could　keep　her　eyes　elevated。　'Phil。　。　。　Phil　。　。　。'　'Jac；'　she　smiled。
　　
　　He　wondered　why　they　had　not　got　around　to　introductions　before。　It　was　the　situation；　of　course。　Names　counted　for　nothing　in　a　primitive　classless　society。
　　
　　She　crossed　to　the　bed；　lowered　herself　on　to　it；　stretched　herself　out；　eyes　closed；　legs　slightly　apart。　Oh　Christ；　now　it's　me　who's　doing　the　looking；　he　thought；　let　his　gaze　sweep　over　her；　e　to　rest　on　that　slit　of　pink　soft　flesh。　I'd　better　look　out　some　clothes；　some　pyjamas　maybe。
　　
　　Her　eyes　flickered　open；　caught　him　staring　at　her；　smiled　softly。　She　had　no　inhibitions；　only　civilisation　bred　inhibitions。　Society　was　gone；　it　was　back　to　the　basics　now。　He　didn't　need　clothes　because　it　was　stifling　hot　in　here。　Right　now　they　didn't　need　anything　except　each　other。
　　
　　It　was　fully　dark　when　Phil　Winder　awoke；　lay　there　and　let　everything　e　back　to　him　in　its　own　time。　His　parents；　his　capture　and　escape；　the　flight　。　。　。　Jac！　He　could　hear　her　faint　breathing；　felt　the　warmth　of　her　naked　body　against　his　own。　So　forting。
　　
　　Euphoria　because　they　had　made　love。　She　had　clung　to　him；　wanted　him；　and　now　they　were　together。　He　did　not　ever　want　things　to　change　and　spoil　all　this。　He　didn't　want　his　parents　to　e　back；　they　wouldn't；　he　knew　that。　They　might　even　be　dead　and　he　wasn't　a　bit　sorry　because　they　had　made　him　like　he　was；　given　him　a　sheltered　upbringing　in　every　respect。　They　had　sent　him　to　a　private　school；　not　for　his　benefit　but　as　a　boost　to　their　own　status；　wealthy　farmers　who　bought　only　the　best　in　life　for　themselves　and　their　only　son。　Bullshit！　They　scraped　a　living；　spent　their　money　on　building　up　a　facade　for　the　benefit　of　this　scattered　munity；　went　without　a　lot　of　things　that　ordinary　folks　took　for　granted。　And　this　is　what　they　had　done　to　him。　God；　he　hated　them　for　it；　but　he'd　had　the　last　laugh。　This　place　was　his　now；　every　damned　piece　of　stone；　every　field；　every　item　of　machinery。　No　bloody　good　to　him　but　it　was　his　and　he　still　had　his　mind　and　body　intact　which　was　more　than　either　of　them　had。　It　was　bloody　funny。　He　laughed　to　himself　at　the　memory　of　his　parents　as　he　had　last　seen　them；　two　mindless　wretches　fleeing　from　their　own　son　because　he　was　the　Master　Species　and　they　knew　it。　He　hoped　they　were　dead；　it　would　be　better　for　them　and　for　himself。　That　way　a　lot　of　problems　were　solved。
　　
　　That　just　left　himself　and　the　girl　who　called　herself　Jac。　They　would　live　on　here；　build　their　own　life；　cut　themselves　off　from　the　rest　of　the　world　and　the　remnants　of　its　festering　existence。　Keep　away；　we　don't　need　you。
　　
　　Phil's　euphoria　took　a　nosedive。　It　wouldn't　be　quite　as　easy　as　that　because　he　and　Jac　were　the　hunted；　fugitives　on　the　run。　He　had　stolen　another　man's　woman；　enraged　those　awful　creatures　in　human　shape　and　they　would　track　him　down。　They　wouldn't　give　up。
　　
　　Phil　Winder's　sweat　chilled　on　his　body　at　the　thought。　If　they　found　him　it　would　be　a　fight　to　the　death。　But　he　and　Jac　could　not　keep　on　running　for　ever。
　　
　　Up　in　the　hills　the　wild　dogs　were　howling　again。　They；　too；　scented　death　in　the　sultry　night　air。
　　
　　
　　
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　　ERIC　ATKINSON　had　never　been　the　gregarious　type；　as　he　had　frequently　sought　to　impress　upon　Sylvia。　He　didn't　like　parties；　dancing；　mixing　with　people。　And　even　in　this　reversion　to　his　most　basic　existence　this　trait　had　not　changed。　He　and　Marlene　had　fled　the　town；　headed　for　wild　open　countryside。　On　the　way　others　had　joined　them；　a　mass　exodus；　but　he　had　never　envisaged　it　being　this　way　once　they　arrived　at　wherever　they　were　going。　Safety　in　numbers　now　but　later　they　would　all　split　up。
　　
　　He　did　not　like　munity　life；　it　was　in　contrast　to　his　nature。　A　dwelling…place　somewhere　for　himself　and　Marlene；　away　from　the　others。　But　suddenly　they　were　caught　up　in　village　life；　expected　to　play　their　part。　You　built　houses；　hunted　game；　fished　the　river。
　　
　　He　told　Marlene　that　they　should　be　moving　on；　was　both　surprised　and　angered　by　her　reluctance。　She　liked　it　here》　she　wanted　to　stay。　The　other　men　liked　her；　too；　and　that　worried　him。　But　there　was　something　else　disturbing　him；　too。　It　came　and　went　and　once　it　was　gone　his　limited　power　of　reasoning　was　unable　to　recall　it；　creating　an　unease　which　unsettled　him；　made　him　moody；　truly　the　brooding　loner。
　　
　　But　whilst　the　feeling　lasted　it　was　veFy　strong。　Up　until　now　it　had　always　e　upon　him　at　night；　waking　him　out　of　the　deepest　slumber；　already　fully　aroused　but　Marlene　by　his　side　was　ignored。　Sliding　out　of　the　bed　they　shared；　a　naked　hairy　being　that　smoothed　his　hands　over　his　own　body；　felt　the　pulsing　that　drove　him　like　pistons　hammering　inside　him。　Alert；　sleep　forgotten；　going　outside　and　sniffing　the　night　air　with　dilated。nostrils。　He　smelled　her；　oh　how　he　smelled　her；　her　musky　scent　wafted　to　him　on　the　breeze；　filling　him　with　a　desire　that　transcended　lust；　the　dog　scenting　a　bitch　on　heat；　two　or　three　miles　away；　maybe　even　further。　Inexplicable　but　pelling；　a　calling　stronger　than　anything　else　that　the　forces　of　Nature　could　engender。　One　mate　and　one　mate　alone　that　mattered；　and　it　was　not　Marlene。
　　
　　The　first　time　he　had　followed　the　scent；　left　the　settlement　and　keeping　the　wind　in　his　face　had　gone　where　it　led。　Steep　and　treacherous　slopes；　forced　to　travel　on　hands　and　knees　in　places；　wanting　to　answer　the　call　but　not　knowing　whom　or　where；　only　that　it　was　intended　for　him　and　none　other。
　　
　　Running；　bounding；　desperate　for　the　mating。　And　then　suddenly　it　was　no　more！　The　wind　had　swung　round；　taken　it　elsewhere。　Frustrated；　he　circled　the　knoll；　tried　to　pick　it　up　again　but　it　was　gone。　Mad　with　desire；　finally　giving　vent　to　his　feelings　in　the　only　way　he　knew　how　and　even　then　he　was　not　satisfied。
　　
　　The　following　night　it　did　not　e。　He　waited；　sniffed　the　air；　but　there　was　nothing　except　the　sour　sweaty　smell　of　the　encampment。　Eager　to　copulate；　he　ignored　once　more　the　woman　who　was　his　mate；　for　her　days　were　numbered。
　　
　　Somewhere　。　。　。　somewhere　。　。　。　but　where？
　　
　　He　went　outside；　listened。　Far　away　in　the　deep　woods　dogs　were　howling；　not　the　frantic　baying　of　hunting　beasts　but　rather　a　frustrated　wail。　He　knew　how　the　animals　felt。　They　would；　in　all　probability；　get　an　answering　call。　He　would　not。　It　was　up　to　him　to　go　out　and　find　his　mate。
　　
　　He　slunk　away　into　the　darkness；　breathing　heavily。　His　skin　burned；　there　was　a　roaring　in　his　ears。　Travelling　by　instinct；　stopping　every　so　often　and　sniff