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Sandy thought she was the only person left alive on the planet Earth. As it turns out, she was wrong. What secret does her new friend Alice share with her? Is there a new hope for the human race?

I wrote Second Chances back in 2001. That's probably why I never posted it here. There is a key scene that I wrote several months before September eleventh. I always felt guilty about it. That's the reason I never wrote the planned prequel.

Second Chances

by Honey Moon

The worst thing about the end of the world was the shear boredom. Sandy made one

final connection to her generator, and then stood up, wiping the grease from her

hands. "That should do it," she said with a grin. "Now this is going to be

good!" The pretty young woman made her way down to the street, and started to

take off her clothes. "I better get ready. The sun's going down soon!" Sandy

hurried to her camp shower, and washed the day's work from her body. Her hands

wandered, as she became more, and more aroused. "Down girl!" she giggled. "Don't

waste all your hard work!"

Sandy hurried through her shower. The plastic water bag only held 5 gallons of

sun-heated water anyway. As the water trickled to an end, she thought longingly

of the luxury apartment she had moved into. Her desire for a good hot bath had

nearly killed her, when her first attempt at running a water heater off a

generator started an electrical fire. Sandy had managed to stagger down the fire

escape in time. Thank goodness, the raging fire hadn't spread to other

buildings. Not that anyone was left to be hurt, but Manhattan was one of

mankind's better creations, she thought, and it would have been a shame to

destroy it. As it was, it took her nearly a week to shake the nagging cough from

the smoke inhalation. This time, things were different. She had studied for

months, raiding the library for every book on electrical engineering she could

find and practiced on isolated structures.

Sandy was confidant in her work. In fact, in her old life, her new knowledge

would have made her quite a comfortable living. Finally, the sun was setting.

Stars came out, one by one, and soon the night sky was a blazing glory. In two

years, the air had cleared up remarkably. That, and the utter lack of man made

light, let the lone woman see more stars then anyone ever had, since the dawn of

time. Sandy made herself comfortable on the king size bed she had dragged from a

shop across town, and managed to place smack in the middle of the once busy

street. "Showtime!" she shouted, as she pressed a button on a radio control

unit. A light flickered briefly then steadied. Once more, the massive Sony

Jumbotron TV screen was lighting Times Square. The huge monitor had never shown

anything like this before! Scene after pornographic scene played for Sandy's

pleasure, and was it pleasure!

She ran her hands lightly along her body, the cool night breeze heightening her

senses. Her breathing was starting to grow heav