As Beth combed through Ellen's long black hair, the other woman said, "Tell me about Rick."

Beth kept it simple because that's what Rick would want, "He's our leader."

"No," Ellen replied, "I mean, does he have a woman?"

"Yes," Beth said quickly, jerking the comb, and at the other woman's sound of pain, softened her strokes, "He has a woman."

"And Daryl?" asked another woman whose name Beth had yet to hear. The look of lust on her dirty face was irritating as hell.

Beth gritted her teeth, but her voice was calm, "Daryl definitely has a woman, too."

"Are they exclusive?" Ellen asked.

"Yes." And as Ellen squeaked again in pain, Beth quickly apologized.

"Both of them are exclusive?"

"Completely exclusive."

"But they're not married?"

"Both of them are mine," Beth declared, standing abruptly and taking her earlier stance as guard in the open doorway.

"Both of them are mine," she repeated, in case someone hadn't heard her.

The women exchanged glances, twittering amongst themselves, but Beth didn't care. The quicker they understood, the happier she would be. One of the women, a blond with large breasts, examined Beth from head to toe, "No one is trying to step on your toes, honey."

"It'd be a lost cause if you tried," she laughed suddenly. Her jealously wasn't because she thought anyone was capable of taking them, but was all about the idea of other women wanting them! She sighed, thinking she'd probably have to spend the rest of her life beating off women. Both of her men were going to age well. Women would always want them. Well, as a cross to bear, she thought she could handle it.

She grinned at the women, suddenly aware that not a one of them would ever experience her problem. She was a woman alone, and that's how she liked it, a woman alone with her men, "A totally lost cause, ladies."

...

Over the next several days, Daryl and Rick found themselves being propositioned left and right by the new women.

A big-breasted blonde had begged Rick's help to drag some things downstairs. Beth had smiled, her entire face beaming with amusement, and said, "Help her, Rick."

Upstairs, the woman had unzipped her jacket, held her breasts out to him, and said, "I'm all yours." Rick had beat a hasty retreat, coming empty-handed down the stairs, face bright red.

Beth had caught him in hug, whispering, "Nice rack?"

He stared at her in amazement as she'd giggled like a mad woman.

And poor Daryl. Every time he turned around, it seemed one of the women were trying to touch him. His face, his chest, his ass, even his damn dick.

"They're a horny bunch," he told Rick one afternoon after they'd lugged some wood into the house.

"I've never seen anything like it," Rick replied, shaking his head in amazement, "Before Beth, no one but Lori had ever wanted me."

Daryl shook his head, "Every woman I was with before Beth was drunk."

"Beth seems to be taking it all well," Rick shook his head. He'd never understand women.

"Yeah, but they're not doing that shit in front of her, either," Daryl added.

"I guess," Rick replied, but Beth had really been confusing him. She seemed to find it all hysterical. What the hell? He'd kill another man just for touching Beth.

Then one of the women had gotten bold. Right in front of Beth, she ran her hand down a flinching Daryl's chest. In an instant, she was shoved against the wall, Beth's elbow in her throat, Beth's knife nicking the soft skin of her stomach, "What part of they are both mine are you bitches having such a hard time understanding?"

Finally Rick understood. His and Daryl's responses to the women had helped Beth solidify her claim. Nothing she could have said would have warned off the other women, but this, this tigress, had his dick hard as rock. Sweeping her into his arms, Rick had strode to the door. Daryl had turned back, facing the women, "And that ladies, is the fucking truth. And don't ever forget it."

...

On the 4th day after their new guests arrived, Beth finally gathered some useful information. Tiny Timmy and a little angel-faced girl named Emily were stacking blocks, "Will the bad men ever find us here?"

Tiny Timmy had replied, "If they do, Rick'll shoot them."

Beth had dropped down next to them on the floor, "You know, if Rick knew they were coming, he could be ready. Shoot them before they got here."

Tiny Timmy had hung his head, "Not 'pposed to tell you about the bad men."

"Well, if you do, Rick could get them. And they'd never hurt you again." Beth pulled him close and hugged his frail body, "Rick's the best and most brave man I know. He's like superman."

Emily had nodded adamantly, her sweet little angel face lit with belief, "He is! He is like superman! And Daryl's like Batman! And Ty's like Captain America!"

"If you tell me, I'll get the word to Rick. No one will ever know you told me."

"You promise?" Tiny Timmy had whispered into Beth's hair.

"Pinky swear," she whispered, pulling back to take his thin face into her hands. Then holding out her pinky, she smiled as he hooked his tiny finger to hers.