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Disclaimer: 18+ Only! This story contains adult situations and should not be
read by minors. All rights are reserved by Hawk Richards (hawkrds@aol.com)
***



Time to Go
(c) Hawk Richards 
(HawkRds@aol.com)


Julian stroked his beard as he stared into the rusted mirror.  It was time to
make a fresh start, he thought.  He had spent too much time hiding from his
enemies.  It was only a matter of time before they found him; in fact, he had
heard about a couple of thugs that were asking around for him at the factory. 
It was time to be moving on.

Katherine called from the bedroom still groggy from sleep.  He shook his head,
trying to clear the thought of staying out of his mind.   Everything was going
good for him in the small town of Stanton, VA, but he couldn't shake the
feeling of being trapped by the peaceful environs.  No, he thought, I've been
running all my life -- I ain't gonna stop now.  Happiness wasn't for him.  

Snipping the longish hairs down to a manageable length, Julian witnessed his
metamorphosis into a new identity.  For a moment, he thought about keeping the
beard - it was a good mask.  He turned his head to the side as the razor bit
into his cheek and shaved off the face of Gary Mann, a lower class factory
worker.

"Gary…," Katherine gasped, "You look so different without the beard."

"You like?" he asked.  

"Yes," she said as she kissed him.  It was like she knew he was leaving as he
experienced the passionate kiss, a request for him to stay.  When they broke
the kiss, she asked in a low hushed whisper, "You're leaving, aren't you?"

"Shhh," he hushed her with his lips.  "Not, yet."

His hands parted her robe, seeking her bare breasts.  Julian's hands kneaded
the soft flesh with his hands, before taking her nipples between thumb and
forefinger to gently tug on them.  Their kiss became more urgent as their
passion soared.   

She trembled in his arms as he carried her back into the small bedroom, then
placed her gently down on the bed.  Her robe draped around her body, barely
covering her pale flesh.  With his mouth, he sought out the nipple on her right
breast.  He suckled gently, causing Katherine to gasp for air, as his hand
crept slowly up her exposed thigh.  It lingered; tantalizing her with the
knowledge that it would soon clutch at her panty covered crotch.  

Katherine spread her legs wider; hoping he would continue his amorous assault
on her sex crazed body.  It was as if there was no tomorrow and no past, just
the present.  Julian's palm rested on her pubic mound, feeling the wetness of
her sex permeate through her panties.  

He kissed up her breastbone to her neck, nibbling on her soft skin, before he
traced his tongue up over her chin and around her lips.  She grabbed him by his
hair, pulling him into another passionate kiss.  She sucked on his tongue,
licked his lips, and drawing him closer and closer into a sexual frenzy.  

"I want to do everything, so I can remember what it was like to be with you,"
she gasped.

"Everything?" he asked as he pulled the crotch to her panties aside.  She was
wet and ready for him, but he slid down her body, kissed each breast, her
stomach, and finally her wet, open sex.  Using his tongue, he explored the
depths of her cunt.  He drove the tip of his tongue as far into her as he
could, then swabbed his tongue over her clit.  Her hips churned with desire,
gyrating against his face and bucking wildly with each lick of his tongue.

He followed the trail of her juices, down her shiny, wet cunt towards her pink
rosebud.  He didn't hesitate as he tongued her asshole, teasing her sphincter
muscles to relax.  She gasped as his finger slowly burrowed into her tight
entrance, and his mouth went back to servicing her sex.  

"Yes, finger my asshole --" she cried out.  

His finger soon found a slow rhythm, in and out, of her ass, going deeper each
time.  He paid special attention to her clit with the flat of his tongue, as if
he was a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk.  He felt her tremble, quiver and
quake as her first orgasm wracked her body.  

He let her come down from her orgasmic high before he penetrated her with his
hardened prick.  She met each stroke with her hips, bucking them up to meet him
and causing his balls to slap lewdly against her.  The slick gushy noise of
their union filled the room as they gasped out with pleasure.  

Julian was close to orgasm, so he tried to change rhythms, but it was useless. 
Soon, he flooded her cunt with his seed.  He felt each pulsation of her cunt
spasming with him, milking the cum from deep within him.  

Almost like it was on cue, the door burst open and two large men entered. 
Katherine tried to scream, but the fright overtook her as the shock set in,
causing her to lie frozen in fear.  Meanwhile, Julian scampered out of the bed,
reaching for the nightstand drawer.  

"Everybody freeze!" shouted the shorter of the two men that were dressed in
sharp suits.  They looked as if they were from a bad Mafia movie.  "I said,
fucking freeze asshole!"

Julian stood up, not even bothering to cover his naked flesh.  He wouldn't give
them the pleasure of seeing his embarrassment.  He looked over at Katherine,
who hugged the sheets to her body; her large doe-like eyes were as large as two
saucers.  She looked at him, then at the men with the guns.  "Who are these
assholes, Gary?"  

"Shut the fuck up, you goddamn whore," shouted the smaller man as he leered at
her body, showing a toothy grin.  

"Leave her alone," ordered Julian.

"Whatever you say boss," grinned the tall thug.  "Oh, no that's right…you ain't
our boss anymore.  So, I guess, we don't have to fucking do what you say
anymore, huh?"

"Gary?" pleaded Katherine for an answer.

"What the fuck?  That ain't Gary Mann, that's Julian "the ripper" Rossatti,
Miss.  You know how he got that name?  He ripped out some guy's heart and I
mean he actually cut out this guy's heart, you see.  Just because the fucker
didn't pay up.  Yep, that's our Julian…"

Katherine looked at the man she knew as Gary with disbelief in her eyes.  

"That was a long time ago, Katherine," Julian retort, as he reached for his
spare gun inside his jacket that was lying on the chair behind him.   He waved
towards Katherine to distract them as his hand pulled out the automatic pistol:
"Why don't you let the girl go, huh?  She won't say anything."

Quicker than the two thugs could react, Julian pulled the trigger, firing off
two shots.  The first one hit the small, greasy Italian in the chest; the other
hit the taller thug in the throat.  Both fell to the floor, unable to get off a
shot.  Katherine's screams echoed throughout the house as the one man lay
gurgling his own blood.  

"It's time for me to go," said Julian, as he put on his pants.


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