She was an emotional wreck...ashamed, humiliated, pissed off, and getting horny all at the same time. Then, I told her before we continued she was to...stand, remove her shoes, shorts and t-shirt and bring me the hot tea. She reluctantly did so, as she walked past me in those white cotton panties I slapped her ass hard making her tense and look at me angrily. She returned with the tea and I ordered her to "sit down Jaimie, this time on my lap" She just looked away and began to tear up again,. “We should discuss this relationship.” “Yeah that probably would be a good idea. Where do we begin?” This was followed by another awkward silence. Jason finally worked up the guts to put his arm around her. As soon as his hand touched her bare shoulder they both pounced on each other like animals. She threw him back against the bed and straddled his hips. They kissed each other furiously for a while until she stopped suddenly. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked, worried that she regretted what she was. Johnson said “BUT” and before he finished his word Mike said BUT nothing asshole, get in your truck and leave while you still fucking can. He started to turn and both Chief and I drew our guns as Johnson spun around with his 357 mag. He hesitated as he saw our guns already trained on him just as Mike punched him. Johnson hit the ground like a bag of top soil and didn't move. We put him in his truck minus the 357 and drove him to the bottom of the canyon where the main road passes through. As he. It's empty inside me, empty as the silent streets. Everyone is hiding from the sun. For a Monday, it is mockingly sunny. My thoughts keep drifting from one thing to the next, wishing I could focus on just one solid thought but every time something comes up, I'm too scared to delve so I keep running. Exactly one week now. Exactly one week since I learnt how it really feels to lose someone precious. Nothing changes and everything goes on. You have to, too. Somehow.I'm vaguely conscious of your.