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After Charlie left, I made wild love with Susie. I wanted to erase the taint of his touch on her.
Her lithe body rocking above me, I pinched that plump lovely piece of ass. I turned her over and thrust harder, propelled by my jealous rage to the point of hurting her. I pinched her nipples and grabbed fistfuls of her hair, tugging them as my pumping became more furious, faster, faster, faster till she was tossed up like a rag doll. She moaned right next to my ear, her fingers desperately clutching the shaking headboard for support.
She seemed to be enjoying it.
Then suddenly the glass in our window shattered. A hail of bullets rang into the silence of the night.
“Dammit!” I rolled off the bed dragging her with me. I grabbed the gun from the dresser.
Together we ran naked, the sheen of blue white moonlight bathing our bodies as we raced downstairs. More windows were blown apart. Our skin got pierced by jagged bits of glass, little tattoos of blood appeared.
We hid from behind the wall of the kitchen. Susie’s eyes had become glaring beacons of amber light.
The shooting stopped. An oppressive tense silence laid over us.
Then footsteps came, soft, cautious, the crunch of boots treading on the shattered glass. The intruder was coming downstairs. He didn’t know where we were yet. He was biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
But I’ll be ready.
My fingers curled around the trigger. He was coming closer, closer.
I stepped into the light and aimed the gun at him. It was then the lightning flashed, revealing the face I hadn’t seen for many years. The face I wanted to forget. The face of a phantom I had thought dead for so many years.
To be continued
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