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Artwork by Moira Nelligar
Copyright 2017 Pornelope
~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~
** This book was originally titled “MILF Train.” **
The Caster Dam was sturdy. It had perched above Maristown’s craggy hillside like a reigning monarch’s castle for more than two decades. It would never break…could never break…and send deadly floods of water cascading down into the fertile valley far below.
Celia had heard the town council’s reassurances so many times that, even though she’d been a little nervous the first few years, she’d come to believe them. Of course the dam wouldn’t break! It was a marvel of modern engineering. California would break off from the mainland and sink into the sea before anything could breach its thick, sturdy walls!
She believed it for five happy, comfortable years…until the terrifying rainy winter night when her entire valley shook with a resounding crack! and icy water began gushing down the hillside like a raging tsunami wave.
She woke with a gasping jolt, and stared around her tiny darkened bedroom in panicked confusion. Then the shrill claxon-scream of a warning alarm began howling through the windswept darkness, and she launched to the nearest window. Through scattered flashes of lightning, she could just see churning whitecaps further up the hillside where pretty gingerbread houses had once stood.
She barely had time to drag on her discarded work skirt and blouse, and snatch her purse off the table. Then the pelting rain hammered against her face as she dashed outside into the icy torrent.
Water was already sloshing against her zippy little sports car’s hubcaps. At the rate it was rising, the interior would be flooded before she made it three blocks. Then she’d be stranded…and what if she couldn’t get out of the car before it sank? She’d drown!
What to do? Oh God, what to do?
Desperately she tried to remember the emergency evacuation instructions that were taped to her refrigerator…the same ones she’d seen so many times over the past half-decade, she’d stopped seeing them entirely.
In case of emergency, evacuate to higher ground.
That was right…get as high as possible. It was good common sense…and five years ago, when she’d first moved into her cozy little bungalow, she’d taken the time to map out an escape route. Just in case the unthinkable ever happened.