Dr. John S. Battle stared at the screen, unblinking for a moment, then took a deep shuddering breath.
    "Any chance that your calculations could be wrong?" he asked as the faces around the room focused on him. Nobody wanted to look at the screen. If they pretended that it wasn't there, maybe it would go away. After all, it was simply an expanding blip on the computer screen.
    "No, Doctor, none at all," Allen, his trusted assistant and good right arm calmly gave the earth a death sentence.
    "Doctor, with a meteor that size, nothing can possibly survive. Even the moon will be knocked out of orbit by the debris."
    "I'm aware of that, Janice. Fully aware," he said, mumbling as he turned away. His thoughts centered on his children, ages 12, 14, and 15, all girls, and all expecting to face a long life of love, hate, triumph, and hardships.
    "Two days," Allen said in a shaken voice.
    "Two days?" A female intern spoke from the back of the room.
    "So what do we do, Doctor?" Allen asked.
    "We go home to our families and do our best to live out a lifetime of dreams, in just two days."
    "Shouldn't we contact the President?" A red haired intern asked?"
    "No, WE should not contact him, I should contact him," John said in a weary tone. "Now get out, all of you. OUT!" he shouted. Allen started to object. John physically lifted him from the chair and gave him a shove.
    "Don't worry, I will be going home as well. I have a family to love," Dr. Battles said softly.
    He lifted the phone and dialed the operator. "I need the number for the white house," he said quietly.

    John sat in front of his living room window. School would let out in two hours, he might as well leave his kids in until then. After all, what better way to spend a day, than in the company of their friends, who were also in school. Should he tell them? No, he should not. They would find out a few hours before it happened, let them be happy until that moment.
    A lawnmower started across the street. John's eyes went to the half naked brunette with waist length hair. She was his next door neighbor from across the street. Once again she was mowing the lawn in a bikini. She was such a fucking tease. She had been teasing him, and the other males in the neighborhood, for one and a half years. Maybe it was time... John stopped, his eyes widening. If he was to go out, why not go out with a bang? Why not do all the things he'd ever wanted to do, with absolutely no inhibitions. After all, they were all dead anyway. He had two days to celebrate. Like a dying man, he was invincible. He could eat raw pork, have unprotected sex, or rob a bank or two. Most of all, he could rape that little slut across the street. And the time was now.
    John slammed the front door aside and stormed across the street. The woman looked up when he was about two feet away. Her face lit with a sly smile, as she recognized him. The smile left her face a moment before he clamped a hand onto her arm.
    "Shut up. I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You like to tease, to challenge the male population of this neighborhood? Well I'm taking you up on your challenge, you fucking slut."
    "Let me go!" she yelled, struggling to pull away.
    "You can go easily, or I will knock your ass out and carry you. Which will it be?"
    "Get your mother fucking hands..."
    "The hard way," John said, swinging his right fist. She crumpled at his feet.
    He went inside, with the girl over his shoulder, and dropped her on her couch. The smell of brewing coffee filled his nostrils. He followed the smell to the kitchen and poured himself a cup. He sipped it on the way back to the living room. The girl was beginning to stir. He sipped coffee and stared at her curvaceous body until she came around naturally.
    "What do you think you're doing?" she asked groggily.
    "I am a doctor, I work at Pollimar Observatory."
    "I know," she said resentfully.
    "A meteor is about to destroy the earth. We have two days. I have decided to fuck you half to death, in celebration. It's something that I've always wanted to do."
    "Two days? Are you sure?"
    "My God, lady, would I be acting like this if I wasn't?"
    "I don't know. I've been trying to attract your attention for years, but this is the first time you've spoken to me."
    "Well you certainly attracted my attention. I have been obsessed with you."
    "Show me," she said, relaxing on the couch.
    "I've decided that I can't bring myself to rape you, even with the world ending."
    "It's not rape, I want you to fuck me. Hell, I've wanted you to fuck me since the day I moved in. I wanted any excuse to get into your house. I call you the Cleavers, after the show Leave It To Beaver. Your family looks so fucking perfect. I sit by my front window and watch you guys living your perfect little lives, while I sit in this big house alone. I date nothing but losers. It's driving me crazy."
    "I'm sorry, I didn't know," John said uncomfortably.
    "It's not your fault. I moved in just before Thanksgiving two years ago. I sat and watched you eat your entire Thanksgiving dinner with your daughters. Then I got drunk and cried myself to sleep. Did you know that?"
    "No, sorry," he said, finishing his coffee. He was becoming very uncomfortable. It was time to leave. He set his cup on the coffee table. A movement distracted him. He looked up to see the lady sitting naked from the waist up. She was fucking perfect, he observed.
    "You are about to run away. I have dated losers long enough to know the signs. Don't run, fuck me," she begged in all sincerity. John looked at her small, firm, breasts and licked his lips. Under normal circumstances he might not want to get involved with a girl ten years younger than himself. Hell, she was barely six years older than his oldest daughter. But as he well knew, life was not normal.
    "Why yes, I believe I will," he said walking over to the couch. She slid aside to make room for him. He sat and she pulled him into a fervent kiss. He felt his body waking up. He hadn't dated in... too long. Nearly ten years. Could he remember how to do it?
    His hands went to her firm breast. He mashed them gently in his hands, then thumbed her nipple with his right thumb. She gasped and gyrated beneath him. She breathed noisily through her nose, while searching his mouth with her tongue. She gently sucked his tongue into her mouth and fenced with it, with her eyes closed and hands roaming over his body.
    John realized that he remembered how to make love to a woman. All his old tricks came back to him. He had learned a lot from his ex-wife. That should have been a clue that something had been wrong with his previous marriage. He should have realized that something was wrong when he first realized that his first wife was learning much faster than he was. But he had been naive. She gained her storehouse of knowledge through experience. And she gained more each and every day they were married. The Holiday Inn had given her a running account. The local salesmen had passed her name and phone number from hand to hand. She had been very popular. John only realized what had been happening when one idiot left a message on his answering machine. Otherwise, he was so dedicated to his job that he might have never found out. Thanks to that answering machine message, she had been forced to leave without a penny, and without the girls. He had been very happy with his new life. But sex had been one thing he was forced to give up. Now he regretted that loss. He should have been making love to a beautiful woman such as... who?
    "What is your name?" he asked, breaking the kiss.
    "Tonya," she said, pleased that he would ask at such a moment. She had many prerequisites for a "good man" and...
    "What's yours?"
    "Doctor John S. Bat... John."
    She had many prerequisites for a "good man" and John was filing them all.
    Tonya reached down and pulled the bows on each side of her bikini. She pulled the cords out and dropped them, watching John as the front of her bikini fell, opening her pussy to his view. He looked shocked, eager and desperate, while she watched with a coy smile. She waited breathlessly, while he surveyed her pussy, then sank his face between her open knees and kissed it. Tonya shivered in appreciation. But rather than eating her pussy, John calmly sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
    "A vagina is so ugly," he said without preamble.
She gasped in surprise, but he seemed not to notice, or care.