The Hero's Wife
This was goodby sex. She couldn't stand to let him go, but he would anyway. They both knew it. He loved to be out there in harms way. She could tell he was thinking the same thing, that this would it for months, as he pumped harder. The headboard knocking against the wall. She was sure they'd kept the neighbors up all night and now they were going to wake them up. He stopped just long enough for a passionate wet kiss before kissing her belly button and moving further south. She doesn't bother trying to hold in the moans. His mouth probing her pussy and lapping at her love button driving out of her mind. Her start moving involuntarily. She fucked almost non-stop for six hours last night and she's still wetter than a teenager.
As he rolls her over she sees the clock and starts to tell him not to be late but he gives her ass a little lick and the thought vanishes. He pounds her from behind and she's moaning, her swollen pussy is so sense five she feels everything. As she explodes with ecstasy he does the same on her back. The hot goo pooling in the small of her back and running down her asscrack. They share a moment together, kissing lightly and talking about anything except him leaving.
The moments over now and he gets up and showers. She goes to make coffee and sees all his "work stuff" he decided to leave for this trip still lying on the bed in the spare bedroom.
Most of it black and expensive, some of it illegal. The AR was lying next to some rope and some handguns various magazines and knives. Even a katana he never took with him but loved to look at. Together it all looked so powerful. The power to take a life. She wondered if that made him sexier. The fact that he'd killed before and would again.
She mulled over the fact that all their neighbors all had office or retail jobs and even though they made good money, enough to live in an "Oasis luxury condominium" they were basically zombies who did thee same thing over every day amassing "luxury goods" in there "luxury condos". She knew he pcked this place because of the security wall and 24/7 security guards. He'd insisted on a gated community.
"Do you mind putting that stuff away? I can't be late."
"Yeah, I'll take care of it."
"Okay sweetie, I love you, I'll call when I can."
She tied not to cry as he kissed her. He'd done it a hundred times or so but she always geared up a bit. She watched him walk until he was out of site and got in the shower. She paused at the fresh "love bruises" from last night remembering g flashes of passion and sweat. He always left little marks even though he tried not to be too rough.
She thought about the "stuff" on the bed and decided to think about something else for awhile. His leaving was still fresh in her mind so she considered making fresh brownies for breakfast.
She was half drunk by now, she'd spent the morning drinking coffee and eating brownies in a tee she'd commandeered from him. About two she considered going for a run and put on her running pants but got sucked in by Law & Order the one with Zack from "Saved by the Bell" playing a "gay for pay" porn actor.
During the commercial breaks she made trips to the car to load up the arsenal for a trip to the storage unit with gun safe and the boat. She meant to go after the episode was over but the next one came on and before she knew it she was on the third hour of Law and Order it was getting dark and she had a good start in the bottle of Cuban rum he'd told her was for company.
After the show she went to pee and walked by the bedroom again. The katana seemed to call her name.
"Just a minute" she almost slurred, "I gotta pee"
As she took the katana out of its sheath the cold hardened steel glimmered in the moonlight as it rang out a little. "Shhhhing"
She gave it a swing, and soon she was dance fighting with imaginary warlords on china. She wondered if her neighbors were looking out of their blinds at the drunk lady with the sword in the courtyard.
The she saw him. She didn't recognize him so she stood back in the shadows. He had on a polo shirt and khakis. He knocked on her door.
She didn't know who he was but started his way. He was knocking again and reaching in his belt line as she approached. It happened so quick she didn't think about it. She'd forgotten the katana was even in her hand when she said "hey". He turned startled and quickly put his hand to his side.
"Who ya lookin' for?"
"Uh . . . Matt . . . Walker" he said a lite unsure of himself
"Oh well he doesn't live here. . ."
"You live here?" He interrupted.
"Yeah"
"Get inside" he grunted as he pulled the Glock from his pants and raised the muzzle to eye level.
The katana came up so fast it was a blur. The next thing she saw was a stump about three quarters of a way down the arm that was holding the pistol a split second ago. They both had blood on their faces as they heard the thud of his hand and the clack of the plastic hit the ground at the same time. They were both watching the stump squirting blood on their shoes and there eyes met as they both realized what she'd done.
She darted for the parking lot as he tried to pick up the pistol with his left hand. He ran after her slipping on the pool of his own blood. She hopped in the little GTR and threw the katana and the sheath in the passenger side. As she pushed the start button and heard the engine race to life he came out of the darkness firing wildly she ducked at first then peeked up to see him running toward the front of the car. She put the car in gear and floored it. She winced as she got close and only heard the thump of his body against front of the car, then the windshield, and finally the roof. She opened her eyes in time to miss the other cars in the parking lot. She checked the rearview and found herself terrified that a black SUV was stopped at his side and another man winth two good hands was helping him into the vehicle.
As the traction control translated her wild driving into little tire chirps around each suburban corner she wondered how fast this car could go. Floored it again on the straight away and then saw the large iron gate. The car chirped to a halt. She heard the SUV behind her as the gate slowly opened. She reached in the glove compartment, grabbed the handle as the window went down then emptied the revolver into the grill of the SUV. She turned to the gate and flew through as it was still opening, tapping her side mirror.
A qu k check in the rearview showed three white bullet holes in the windshield of the SUV. "Three outta SIX ?" She scolded herself, remembering the Cuban rum and feeling a little better about her marksmanship but not about the SUV following so closely. She zoomed past stop signs and quickly got ahead of the monstrous truck in her rearview. She hit the button on her dash and tried not to scream when she told the car to "call Julie". As the engine whined and the phone dialed she dodged cars on the interstate, each time checking to see the SUV dodge the same car. The call failed so she tried again. This time Julie picked up, she could hear the club in the background.
"Julie where are you is Jim home I'm being followed by two guys in an SUV I cut one of'ems hand off and now they wanna kill me where are you?" She blurted out.
"I can't hear you, are you comming out tonight?"
"Fuck"
She wished for the days you could give a person a proper hang up, as she touched the touch screen to "end call".
She decided to go to Julie's house anyway if they could keep up with her shed at least have a showdown in Julie's yard. Then a call came through on the touch screen. It was him.
"Hey babe, I'm here"
"Who's Matt Walker"
"Who idunno, you okay?"
"Some guys guys came by looking for Matt Walker"
"What'd you tell them?"
"I cut off his hand and then shot at them, now they're chasing me down the highway, I'm going to Julie's, wish you were here" she said as she chirped around a crown Vic. Something about talking to him made her think of a new plan. She remberes him telling her the history of the ambush once and while only mildly interesting was surprised to learn it originated from the American Indians.
She took the next exit and found a gas station which she quickly pulled around the back. She got out and looked in the tiny trunk. She grabbed the powerful AR15 and a thirty round magazine and slammed it in the magazine well. She racked the charging handle and took the safety off. She ran to the other side just as the SUV pulled up to a pump. She counted to three in her head. As the driver opened the door she ran to him with the gun up to her shoulder pulling the trigger as fast as she could. Glass and plastic pieces flew through the air, a tire went flat, ricochets sizzled by. She got up to the driver who was bleeding badly out of his neck and chest. He was still grabbing for his gun when he collapsed. She looked at the passenger. He was slumped over in the seat. He was bathed I his own blood she saw his stump, it had finally stopped bleeding. She ran.
When she got to Julie's house she found the key above the door and let herself in. She puked as she opened the door. She lay on the couch cuddling the assault rifle and two fresh magazines. She slipped into sleep until Julie burst in the front door.
"Hey girl! You ain't gonna believe what I just saw! Is that a gun?"
"Uh yeah, you got a drink?This headache is killing me."
"Um sure girl, did you shoot up the Citgo?"
"Where's that drink?"
As she finished filling Julie in the car chase and ambush a knock came to the door.
They both froze she looked at the rifle on the couch and started moving.
"Lilly! I know that's JT's car. Does he know you smashed the front in?"
Only people from work called him JT.
"He call you?"
"Yeah somethin' about a Matt Walker"
She opened the door. It was Ricky. Thank God.
Ricky was like a father to JT and he filled her in. The guys had been hired to find him and then offered a bonus to kill him. There was no Matt Walker Ricky said the guy must've been stumped. So he spit out a fake name.
Ricky took notes as she told him what happened and said he'd take care of the paperwork, but might need her to come down to the office in a day or two.
When Ricky left, they kept drinking until lunch, and ordered a pizza. Then they talked about what Lilly's neighbors must think of her now after the drunken swordsmanship and the parking lot shoot out.
"Wonder if they'll renew my lease." She slurred as she slouched into her friend on the couch. Running her fingers over the ridges of the AR15's hand guards.
"If they don't, just shoot'em I the face!"
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As he rolls her over she sees the clock and starts to tell him not to be late but he gives her ass a little lick and the thought vanishes. He pounds her from behind and she's moaning, her swollen pussy is so sense five she feels everything. As she explodes with ecstasy he does the same on her back. The hot goo pooling in the small of her back and running down her asscrack. They share a moment together, kissing lightly and talking about anything except him leaving.
The moments over now and he gets up and showers. She goes to make coffee and sees all his "work stuff" he decided to leave for this trip still lying on the bed in the spare bedroom.
Most of it black and expensive, some of it illegal. The AR was lying next to some rope and some handguns various magazines and knives. Even a katana he never took with him but loved to look at. Together it all looked so powerful. The power to take a life. She wondered if that made him sexier. The fact that he'd killed before and would again.
She mulled over the fact that all their neighbors all had office or retail jobs and even though they made good money, enough to live in an "Oasis luxury condominium" they were basically zombies who did thee same thing over every day amassing "luxury goods" in there "luxury condos". She knew he pcked this place because of the security wall and 24/7 security guards. He'd insisted on a gated community.
"Do you mind putting that stuff away? I can't be late."
"Yeah, I'll take care of it."
"Okay sweetie, I love you, I'll call when I can."
She tied not to cry as he kissed her. He'd done it a hundred times or so but she always geared up a bit. She watched him walk until he was out of site and got in the shower. She paused at the fresh "love bruises" from last night remembering g flashes of passion and sweat. He always left little marks even though he tried not to be too rough.
She thought about the "stuff" on the bed and decided to think about something else for awhile. His leaving was still fresh in her mind so she considered making fresh brownies for breakfast.
She was half drunk by now, she'd spent the morning drinking coffee and eating brownies in a tee she'd commandeered from him. About two she considered going for a run and put on her running pants but got sucked in by Law & Order the one with Zack from "Saved by the Bell" playing a "gay for pay" porn actor.
During the commercial breaks she made trips to the car to load up the arsenal for a trip to the storage unit with gun safe and the boat. She meant to go after the episode was over but the next one came on and before she knew it she was on the third hour of Law and Order it was getting dark and she had a good start in the bottle of Cuban rum he'd told her was for company.
After the show she went to pee and walked by the bedroom again. The katana seemed to call her name.
"Just a minute" she almost slurred, "I gotta pee"
As she took the katana out of its sheath the cold hardened steel glimmered in the moonlight as it rang out a little. "Shhhhing"
She gave it a swing, and soon she was dance fighting with imaginary warlords on china. She wondered if her neighbors were looking out of their blinds at the drunk lady with the sword in the courtyard.
The she saw him. She didn't recognize him so she stood back in the shadows. He had on a polo shirt and khakis. He knocked on her door.
She didn't know who he was but started his way. He was knocking again and reaching in his belt line as she approached. It happened so quick she didn't think about it. She'd forgotten the katana was even in her hand when she said "hey". He turned startled and quickly put his hand to his side.
"Who ya lookin' for?"
"Uh . . . Matt . . . Walker" he said a lite unsure of himself
"Oh well he doesn't live here. . ."
"You live here?" He interrupted.
"Yeah"
"Get inside" he grunted as he pulled the Glock from his pants and raised the muzzle to eye level.
The katana came up so fast it was a blur. The next thing she saw was a stump about three quarters of a way down the arm that was holding the pistol a split second ago. They both had blood on their faces as they heard the thud of his hand and the clack of the plastic hit the ground at the same time. They were both watching the stump squirting blood on their shoes and there eyes met as they both realized what she'd done.
She darted for the parking lot as he tried to pick up the pistol with his left hand. He ran after her slipping on the pool of his own blood. She hopped in the little GTR and threw the katana and the sheath in the passenger side. As she pushed the start button and heard the engine race to life he came out of the darkness firing wildly she ducked at first then peeked up to see him running toward the front of the car. She put the car in gear and floored it. She winced as she got close and only heard the thump of his body against front of the car, then the windshield, and finally the roof. She opened her eyes in time to miss the other cars in the parking lot. She checked the rearview and found herself terrified that a black SUV was stopped at his side and another man winth two good hands was helping him into the vehicle.
As the traction control translated her wild driving into little tire chirps around each suburban corner she wondered how fast this car could go. Floored it again on the straight away and then saw the large iron gate. The car chirped to a halt. She heard the SUV behind her as the gate slowly opened. She reached in the glove compartment, grabbed the handle as the window went down then emptied the revolver into the grill of the SUV. She turned to the gate and flew through as it was still opening, tapping her side mirror.
A qu k check in the rearview showed three white bullet holes in the windshield of the SUV. "Three outta SIX ?" She scolded herself, remembering the Cuban rum and feeling a little better about her marksmanship but not about the SUV following so closely. She zoomed past stop signs and quickly got ahead of the monstrous truck in her rearview. She hit the button on her dash and tried not to scream when she told the car to "call Julie". As the engine whined and the phone dialed she dodged cars on the interstate, each time checking to see the SUV dodge the same car. The call failed so she tried again. This time Julie picked up, she could hear the club in the background.
"Julie where are you is Jim home I'm being followed by two guys in an SUV I cut one of'ems hand off and now they wanna kill me where are you?" She blurted out.
"I can't hear you, are you comming out tonight?"
"Fuck"
She wished for the days you could give a person a proper hang up, as she touched the touch screen to "end call".
She decided to go to Julie's house anyway if they could keep up with her shed at least have a showdown in Julie's yard. Then a call came through on the touch screen. It was him.
"Hey babe, I'm here"
"Who's Matt Walker"
"Who idunno, you okay?"
"Some guys guys came by looking for Matt Walker"
"What'd you tell them?"
"I cut off his hand and then shot at them, now they're chasing me down the highway, I'm going to Julie's, wish you were here" she said as she chirped around a crown Vic. Something about talking to him made her think of a new plan. She remberes him telling her the history of the ambush once and while only mildly interesting was surprised to learn it originated from the American Indians.
She took the next exit and found a gas station which she quickly pulled around the back. She got out and looked in the tiny trunk. She grabbed the powerful AR15 and a thirty round magazine and slammed it in the magazine well. She racked the charging handle and took the safety off. She ran to the other side just as the SUV pulled up to a pump. She counted to three in her head. As the driver opened the door she ran to him with the gun up to her shoulder pulling the trigger as fast as she could. Glass and plastic pieces flew through the air, a tire went flat, ricochets sizzled by. She got up to the driver who was bleeding badly out of his neck and chest. He was still grabbing for his gun when he collapsed. She looked at the passenger. He was slumped over in the seat. He was bathed I his own blood she saw his stump, it had finally stopped bleeding. She ran.
When she got to Julie's house she found the key above the door and let herself in. She puked as she opened the door. She lay on the couch cuddling the assault rifle and two fresh magazines. She slipped into sleep until Julie burst in the front door.
"Hey girl! You ain't gonna believe what I just saw! Is that a gun?"
"Uh yeah, you got a drink?This headache is killing me."
"Um sure girl, did you shoot up the Citgo?"
"Where's that drink?"
As she finished filling Julie in the car chase and ambush a knock came to the door.
They both froze she looked at the rifle on the couch and started moving.
"Lilly! I know that's JT's car. Does he know you smashed the front in?"
Only people from work called him JT.
"He call you?"
"Yeah somethin' about a Matt Walker"
She opened the door. It was Ricky. Thank God.
Ricky was like a father to JT and he filled her in. The guys had been hired to find him and then offered a bonus to kill him. There was no Matt Walker Ricky said the guy must've been stumped. So he spit out a fake name.
Ricky took notes as she told him what happened and said he'd take care of the paperwork, but might need her to come down to the office in a day or two.
When Ricky left, they kept drinking until lunch, and ordered a pizza. Then they talked about what Lilly's neighbors must think of her now after the drunken swordsmanship and the parking lot shoot out.
"Wonder if they'll renew my lease." She slurred as she slouched into her friend on the couch. Running her fingers over the ridges of the AR15's hand guards.
"If they don't, just shoot'em I the face!"
See this article with pictures in ENTmag.net
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