Fall From Grace

The loving couple, Sasha and Vicky, left Novac shortly after Vicky had her arm treated and bandaged by the local doctor, and they headed northwest towards the wonderfully bright New Vegas Strip. The events leading up to this point in time had taken their toll on the couple, and both felt the need for rest and relaxation. With the devil dead, his weapon’s power diminished, and his cult destroyed, they had all the time in the world…or so they thought.

The trip was a short one, nothing like their journey to the Hub some time ago, and they arrived at the Freeside entrance without meeting any resistance. The sun was up and blindingly bright, the heat was blistering hot, and the sounds coming from within the active community of the Strip was ear shattering loud. Of course, this is mostly an exaggeration, for Vicky was in a sour mood. Sweat was pouring off her in droves, and the saltiness was stinging her bullet wound in her arm. Her clothes were sticking to her, further making her uncomfortable.

“Ugh…” she moaned. “I can’t wait ‘til we get to the Tops.” She looked over at her Mistress, who was on the other cow, and smiled. Sasha looked so beautiful…