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part in it and they understand why I’m
leaving. People do leave.”
    She was pacing around the room again. This was hard. She
could be putting herself in danger. “Why did you leave?”
    He sat back on the bed. “Well, it’s scary and it’s weird.
People get hurt, and it’s dangerous. I don’t want to deal with it anymore. I
mean the things these people do, Marie, it’s not something a man can do his
whole life.”
    It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. She loved this
man, and he loved her. He’d be good to her. That wasn’t perfect, but it was
something. “Alright. Shoot the door down and don’t shoot her.”
    “Put your fingers in your ears.”
    The ensuing crack was so powerful that she jumped anyways
and when he rushed out she followed closely behind him. Her mother was on top
of them as soon as they reached the end of the hall. “Marie, no,” she whispered
frantically as they pushed past her into her room. “He’ll kill you baby. He’ll
kill you.” Her eyes were wide and her voice was soft from lunacy. “He-he gotta
gun, baby. Look,” she pointed over to the pistol he had pointed at her. “He’ll
kill ya.” Her gestures were exaggerated.
    “Where the bag?” His voice was calm but poisonous. He’d done
this before judging by the way his hands knew how to move.
    “No!” Phyllis tried to push at him, but he kept the gun firm
and she jumped back. She had the look of a woman who believed she was being
persecuted, but in fact was really throwing a fit for nothing.
    “Where is it, Mama? He’ll shoot.” Marie wanted to scare her
good.
    “C-c-closet.” She fell over onto the bed and lay prone with
her arms out.
    She didn’t even move when they finally left. Instead, she
lay their silently. None of them were sure whether or not she knew where she
was, and neither of them really cared.

Chapter 7
     
    In the Mojave Desert, the air is dry and you don’t get any
relieve from the heat. This is where you will find the hottest temperatures on
the planet, along with the Sahara and Gobi deserts. They made their way through
there, starting in the afternoon in Arizona, and into California by the time
the sun set over the horizon.
    Marie held onto his back for dear life, and she got tired
sometimes. It was hard but the adrenaline rush was well worth it, especially
when they passed over the mountains and into San Diego.
    They got a tiny place at Motel 5 near the beach. She
couldn’t see it, but somehow she could sense it was there. The air smelled
different, like water and salt. It wasn’t as dry as the desert’s, and she felt
anticipation every time she looked left. He got her a tiny string bikini with a
black thong and he wore a pair of short black shorts. She wanted to grab his
cock right there in the room, but he told her she had to wait till they were
out on the sand.
    “Have you ever seen the ocean before, Marie?” He looked over
to her as they walked down the street.
    “No. Have you?”
    “No. It’ll be my first time too.” They were getting closer.
There was one square squat building in the way and then, when they finally made
their way past it, and onto the sand, her heart skipped and his hand curled
around hers.
    The moon had risen just above the water, making the tiny
ripples in the waves glow with a magnificent luster that lit up the seascape
with tiny sparkles.
    The sound could put her to sleep, but what got her on her
back was the love of her life turning to her, just above the tide level, with
his cock sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. He had his thumb caressing
his foreskin as he pulled her in and their lips swam around one another’s. His
tongue made its way slowly past her lips as he unhooked her bikini and threw it
aside. “I love you,” he whispered.
    His thumb was circling her throbbing lips and she gasped as
the other thumb was running along the outline of her nipples. A wave of nectar
was flowing slowly down her thigh and into the water that was rushing past