Amanda moved in with John. Not that it was much of a move with her house being right next door to John's. The only thing she brought over, besides all her clothes and personal belongings, was a dresser for the bedroom. She decided not to sell the house. For the time being she was just going to keep it and allow the equity to grow. She began entertaining thoughts of renting it out. But that was down the road. They settled into a routine of sorts, with John at the Sheriff's Department and Amanda teaching her third graders at the elementary school.
They both knew and acknowledged that Amanda's moving in with him was too quick. But with Amanda being 45 and John being 35, neither of them really gave a damn. They both knew what they wanted, and they were going to grab it, and hold on tight. But they also worked hard at not being that typical couple, falling into that 'same ole dull routine,' as Rupert Holmes so aptly put it. Knowing that if their relationship was going to last, they had to work on it outside the bedroom as well as inside it. The harder they worked at it, the more they discovered they had in common, and clicked together.
Amanda was true to her word when it came to her desire to lose the weight she said she wanted to lose. She worked out in John's garage at least four times a week after school. As the Florida spring slowly became summer, John moved just about all the equipment into one of the bedrooms in the house. He didn't have a basement. But then neither did anyone else in the state of Florida, as far as he knew.
John would just stand there and watch Amanda, every time he came home and she was working out. Sometimes he would give her pointers for working on different areas of the body. But most of the time he'd just stand there and lust after her, waiting for her to finish so he could take her and fuck her senseless. Always reminding her that sex is a great cardio workout.
To say that their sexual relationship was anything but normal would be an understatement. The deeper John explored Amanda's dark needs, the more he discovered his own. Amanda's mind still drifted back to that fateful night in college when she was gang raped, from time to time. But the harder John took possession of her, the more infrequent those mental drifts became. And the harder John took her, the more she responded. Amanda especially came to enjoy those times when without warning John would grab a fistful of her hair, shove her to her knees, and face fuck her till he either shot his load down her throat or all over her face. But John always followed it up later by making passionate love to her, affirming his love and need for her. Amanda was John's very contented slut, and she didn't want it any other way.
One of the mile markers in their relationship came the day John came home from a really hard shift with the Department. It was his turn for day rotation. He preferred day rotation because it kept him feeling like a normal person. He'd be able to keep it permanently in a couple years, once he had enough seniority.
Amanda knew something was wrong the minute he stepped in the house. He was already three hours late. Plus he wasn't wearing his gun when he walked in the house. He was always wearing his gun when he came home from a shift. He had called her earlier telling her he was going to be late, but not giving any details. Amanda went to the entry door from the garage when she heard the garage door going up. She watched him climb out of his truck. She almost asked if he had a bad day. Then realized what a stupid question that would have been. She grabbed his arm as he stepped into the laundry room from the garage. "Can you tell me what happened?"
He cupped her face in his hand as he smiled at her. It was a tired smile. "I don't think I tell you enough how gorgeous you are."
She laid her hand over his and held his hand against her face. Amanda had grown to crave his touch. Even when it wasn't sexual. Just the feel of his strong hands touching her fed the need within her to be reminded she was his possession. She placed her other hand over his manhood and gently squeezed it. "Take me. I'm yours. I'll do anything to help."
He pulled her into his body and kissed her as his other hand engulfed her breast. Amanda wasn't wearing a bra, which had become a standard when she was home. John had made it very clear he wanted access to them at all times when she was home. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. John had grown comfortable with taking her as hard as he pleased. Knowing that no matter how hard he took her, she'd always crave it just a bit harder next time. He began wondering how far he was going to be able to push the law of 'Diminishing Returns' before she said, 'no more.'
He released her. "Not yet sexy. Later. Right now I need to shower and wash all the shit off me from today." He turned and headed towards the master bedroom. "I hate people." She heard him mumble as he walked down the hallway. "Fucking assholes."
John took one of the longest showers he'd ever taken. After scrubbing himself down a couple times, trying to get the filth of people off him, he just stood there and let the hot water cascade off him. He finally stepped out of the shower. Amanda was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him.
She stepped into the bathroom doorway. "You hungry?" She eyed his body up and down while he dried himself off. He kept his body ripped. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him and take him in her mouth, if just to feel that connection with him.
"I'm starving sexy." He replied smiling at her. "What did you make for dinner? Again, sorry I'm so late."
"Stop! You never have to apologize for doing your job. I made lasagna."
"Mmm. Sounds good. Dish me up a big plateful. I'll be out shortly."
John walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later wearing his standard attire after he showered, gym shorts and an oversized t-shirt. "Damn! Smells good."
Amanda sat next to him eating her meal as John devoured his plate. She knew better than to ask him what had happened that day. He would tell her when he was ready.
"I shouldn't tell you what happened today. We're not married. You could be forced to testify against me, if it comes to that." John started as his initial pang of hunger was satisfied. He took a long drink from his glass of wine.
Amanda refilled his glass. "Was it that bad? I'll never testify against you. No matter what you tell me, or what they threaten me with."
John just shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't matter. You can probably get most of this on the evening news." He took a couple more bites of lasagna before continuing. "Tom was shot this morning." Tom was one of the deputies Amanda had met. So she knew him and his family situation, married with a young son.
"We got a call to a domestic abuse this morning, about 11:00. Tom and I got there at about the same time. We hear this screaming coming from the house. Like a woman is being beat to death. We immediately call for more back-up, then run into the house and see this guy on top a woman just pummeling her. Tom and I jump on him and pull him off her, dragging him outside. We wrestle him to the ground and start cuffing him when out of nowhere this woman jumps on Tom's back, clawing and scratching at his face, as she's screaming for us to let her man go. I didn't see how it happened, it happened so fast, I was preoccupied with securing the guy on the ground. The next thing I know this woman has Tom's gun and she's shooting him. I just instinctively turn as I'm grabbing my gun and fall backwards. I shot her five times." John took another long drink of wine as he began to shake.
"I look at Tom. He's on the ground and blood is everywhere. I didn't have time to call for officer down. I didn't have to. Fran pulled up in her car just as the woman jumped on top of Tom. She saw everything that went down. She called it in. I grabbed the gun out of the woman's hand as she's laying on the ground. I think she was dead at that point. But I really didn't give a fuck. I looked at Tom laying next to the asshole we'd just cuffed. Fran came running up and we started working on Tom, trying to slow the bleeding."
Amanda had a hundred questions she wanted to ask. But she knew at that point to just stay quiet and let him talk it out. She sat there quietly watching John finish his meal before laying her hand on his. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she looked at him. "I don't need to know anymore than you want to tell me. But please! Tom?" She didn't know how to ask.
John gave her a weak smile. "It looks like he's going to make it. His vest saved his life. That, plus the fact the bitch was a lousy shot. She shot him in the shoulder and neck. Those were the two that caused most of the bleeding." John gave her another weak smile as he grabbed her hand. "I'll never complain about wearing those fucking vests again. Even when it's 95 out with 100% humidity."
She returned his smile as their hands remained clasped. "I'll remind you of that next time you complain about them."
John chuckled. "You bitch."
Amanda giggled wanting to do whatever she could to help him deal with this shit. "Your bitch. And glad of it."
"Me too." John replied as he grabbed her head and pulled it towards his. He kissed her. "Anyway." He continued his report after breaking the kiss. "Tom's at the hospital. They took the bullets out of him. Didn't hit any vital organs. The biggest blood lose came from the bullet that went through his neck. But the docs say he should make a full recovery. I want to see him tomorrow. I was told to stay away, pending the investigation. Fuck that! Tom's my friend."
"Would you like me to go with you tomorrow? I'll do whatever you ask or need."
"I would like that very much. But you have school tomorrow. I don't want you to..." John didn't finish before Amanda interrupted.
