If you're just joining the story, please read (A Long Stormy Night Ch 1 & 2 Part 1).
IV
Jenny looked down at the police officer lying on her sofa and cursed her decision to forgo her visit to her sister's home, after her husband accompanied her son to a Boy Scout camping trip. If she had simply stuck to her original plan, she would likely avoided the deadly storm that stole away the electricity, and armed men looking for money, led there by her cheating husband after losing at the blackjack table to them. Ruthlessly these men planed to rape, murder her and then burn their house down, however their plans were thwarted by a powerfully built lawman, who saved her and held the men at bay. Now he lay on her sofa, shot and bleeding to death if not, already dead.
Collapsing at the foot of the sofa, she began crying hysterically. She cried louder and louder until she started screaming loudly. She screamed until she could feel her sanity slipping away and then something occurred to her. The voice of Lance echoed through her mind over and over again, his strength, his will, his determination, "I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a couple of redneck assholes kill me, not without me killing them first." If she believed she was about to die, then why go out like a wimp? Why not go down fighting, and maybe even take a few down with you. Slowly she felt strength, an inner resolve. She looked at the large man lying there and she decided that if he were still alive, then she would help him fight to stay that way and then together, they'd fight and beat these bastards.
Climbing back to her feet, she pulled of his shirt, pausing to view his wounded shoulder. She mounted him, opened his mouth and attempted to resuscitate him. She forced her breath inside him, lifted up, beat his chest and then repeated the action, and on the third time, she prepared to strike his chest when his hands reach up catching her hands before reaching his chest.
"I think you've made your point."
"Oh shit...Lance, thank god,' she sighs, collapsing on his broad chest. "Thank god you're alive," she repeats, planting a tender kiss on his chest.
"Uh...did I miss something?"
"Yeah," she nods in agreement, but we don't have a lot of time, let me take a look at that wound.
"Ouch, take it easy!"
After inspecting the wound, she proclaims; "You're lucky, it doesn't look like your bones were hit, that means, all we have to do is treat that wound and stop the bleeding, wait here."
"Nah, I think I'll go on a nice long stroll through the neighborhood, he chuckled.
Over the next hour, the abandoned housewife treated the wounded officer, gave him two pain killing tablets, stopped the bleeding, even cooked a meal for him and took a cold shower. It wasn't easy maneuvering about with only a small lantern. She struggles to remove all but his boxers, to wash his muddy uniform. Finally she returns to the living room, wearing one of her husband's dress shirts, believing he'd never wear them again, cradling a cup of coffee she finds her new houseguest finishing up his meal.
"So how'd you like it?"
"It was delicious; your husband's a lucky man."
"What makes you think I'm married?"
"Uh...all the pictures of you and him together were a stone give away and maybe that fat rock on your finger."
"Well that was my previous life."
"What does that mean?"
"It's...it's not important now," she takes a sip of the steamy beverage. "Has any one ever told you, you have an enormous chest," She shakes her head, staring in admiration."
"No, but I hope that's a complement."
"It is"
"I take it those assholes are out there looking for us," asked knowingly.
"Yes"
"Then you know it's only a matter of time before they work their way back here," he countered.
"I heard sirens in the distance as we came back, I'm hoping that will deter them a while before they come looking for us."
"Maybe but just the same, I think it's important that if and when those guys come back, that I at the very least know as much as you do about this whole situation. I mean, who the hell are they, and what do they want with you," Lance asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Well I do, especially since my life is on the line."
"Damn, I...I guess you've made your point."
She takes a seat next to the bald head man, with bright hazel eyes and sporting a well groomed Vandyke. Although the house remained dark, by now their eyes had adjusted to the loss of light. The warmth of his skin touches her leg makes her feel closer to him.
"My so-called husband supposedly took a little trip last week to Reno, Nevada, that turn out to be Las Vegas, at a gambling casino, where he and his little mistress, made some high stakes betting at a blackjack table and lost to those clowns. At any rate, he didn't have the money to pay his debit, so what does he do," she twists her lips, "This asshole, tells them there's twenty grand here in the house. Now I know we had ten grand stashed away and they knew exactly where to find the money. The problem, they came for twenty not ten, so raping, killing me and burning down my house, became they're goal to get him back and they would have pulled it off, if not for you. She gently places her hand on his leg affectionately. "My god you have the thickest, hardest thighs I've ever felt.
Lance glances down at his thighs and smiles. "I try to stay in shape but I've never seen a muscle stop a bullet."
"Believe me it is, it's no wonder you held those guys off, not to mention taking that shot and only having a flesh wound in your shoulder. With muscles like that, they might not be able to stop a bullet, but it sure stopped it from major damage."
"Looks like you clean yourself pretty good, you look a lot better than when I last saw you. Hey, let me ask you a question, how did we get here?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Nah, last thing I recall...I took you to a river," the loud roar of thunder stopped him in mid sentence, "damn this has got to be the longest storm."
"You honestly don't remember?"
"No"
"Well, I woke up in your arms, in the water, and we both fought like hell to get here."
"So then I have you to thank for making it so far."
"No, let's say we've both just been hanging on."
