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"Come inside of me. We're okay."
    Jason's grip tightened, quite painful to Jamie,
but she allowed it. His hips began moving at a faster pace. Jamie felt him
come, with vibrations and throbbing. She hoped that her birth control would
protect them.
    Jason slid his penis out of Jamie, and began
kissing her passionately. They finished the shower, albeit lukewarm from using
all of the hot water.

 
     

     
     
    8.
Redemption
     
     
    A box of ammunition, a .38 magnum, and a half
empty bottle of beer adorned Jason's dining room table. He sat meticulously
arming his personal favorite firearm. He examined each bullet before inserting
them into the gun. He loaded in six, but knew he would only need three.
    Jason stepped up into his truck and fired the
engine. The dashboard clock read 2:30 a.m. It was unusually cold for a May
night, prompting him to wear his jacket. He backed out of his driveway and
headed north. Tonight's destination was of notable filth. If there was any
indication that the American justice system was broken, it was the Tree Loop,
or "The Forest" in police lingo, a set of streets named after types
of trees. It was located near industrial blight, once a middle class area but now
a product of white flight. Jason turned down Sycamore Street. His eyes bounced
around looking for squad cars. There would be extra patrols tonight he had
found out.
    "You have reached your destination, 405
Sycamore Street," his GPS told him. He killed the lights and shut his
truck off.
    Upon stepping out of his truck, the piercing bark
of a dog startled him. It was tied to the porch of the house on the left. There
were no lights on at his destination. Pulling out a pair of leather gloves, he
continued to walk, up two steps and onto the porch. He did not hear any people.
His right hand reached up to the knob, giving the cold metal a twist. It was
locked. He started to go left but didn't want to get the dog stirred up too
bad, so he went to the right. There was shit strewn about the yard, piles of
garbage, trash bags. He made his way to the back and eyed a back door. Jason
gave this knob a twist. Locked. There was a third and final option which he
decided was worthy of exploring. What appeared to be a basement door down a few
steps.  Jason walked down to it, gave the knob a twist, eureka. The door
did not move well but it opened half-way. He walked down three more steps and
into the unfinished basement. Taking out his phone, he used it to illuminate
the room. The floor was wet. He located the flight of stairs going up into the
house. He walked over and stepped on the first step. It was terribly creaky but
was his only option. He continued up the flight until he reached the top.
Opening the door, he found himself in the kitchen. He continued to use his
phone to illuminate the house, which had no light. It smelled like shit. These
people always lived in their own shit. He continued into a different room. He
located a light switch and flipped it on. A fluorescent light illuminated what
he could only guess was a living room, but it had no furnishings and trash
laying everywhere. There was two more rooms, an open bathroom, and a shut door.
He drew his .38 magnum from his holster and turned the safety off. He approached
the door, and with his left hand turned the knob, opening the door. There was a
mattress on the ground, with somebody asleep on it. Jason flipped the light
switch, exposing a room that matched the rest of the house. His target began
breathing harder and moving.
    "Wake up!" Jason screamed.
    The man convulsed violently and looked up, giving
a scream.
    "What do you want?" the man asked.
"Don't hurt me! I have money! Let me get you some money!"
    Jason stood tall at the doorway. "Ronald
Ackerman?"
    The man began to shake. "I have some money,
just.."
    "You're right to lock your doors Mr.
Ackerman. There are some bad people out there. Bad people who would hurt those
weaker than them and do bad things to them," Jason said.
    "Wait, please,