About mid-day the next day, Jase and Julie topped a small rise and quickly reined in to a halt. Below them, about a quarter of a mile away, lay the st...ill smoldering remains of a small cabin. After a careful survey of the area with his field glasses, Jase signaled they should advance. Stopping in the small yard in front of the cabin, they gazed in horror at what lay before them.Julie stifled a sob, but tears ran down her cheeks. Only a small tendril of smoke rose from the embers of what was once. . . The panic attack I was having finally passed and I was almost calm again. That’s when her van passed me, moved down the road further before pulling into the driveway. I knew it was her as soon as I saw it. It was the same old Toyota van with the same license plate. I slid down in the cab so that only my eyes were visible peering over the dashboard. If she looked this way, it would appear that the truck was empty. I watched as she climbed out of the van and walked quickly up the steps to. Lying down, a feeling of comfort, of security, wrapped around her as Julian hugged her from behind. Her eyes closed.Despite his comforting presence she was still scared. Julian clearly didn't remember anything and he looked so confused. He'd entered her consciousness back at the house with such explosive force, a dark-haired slender man bursting through the bedroom door, emerald green eyes flashing, gun firing, a grim expression narrowing his mouth. She'd actually seen the bullet crease his. “Come on, work on it;” she urged, tapping on my shaft with her weapon, “I want it hard.”Reluctantly, I lowered my hand and grabbed myself. I looked her in the eyes as I started to stroke it. Her officer cap sporting the correctional institute’s logo cast a shadow over her face leaving her red lips in the light. Looking for motivation, I lowered my eyes to her breasts, crushed together by the bra, sporting the two hard nipples pointing at me.She took her eyes off of my work and followed my gaze.