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things would happen to him, and he was afraid to look, he closed his eyes. Hoping that when he opened them, it would all be over, or different, or not happening. But just like when he would dare to open his eyes when he was a boy, and one of his mom's boyfriends was touching him in the wrong place, he opened them to see a man hovering over Jewl, her legs on his shoulders, as he pumped away. They still didn't see him, or hear him.
                  What happened next was a total blur. Drifter, for the life of him, didn't know how the guy ended up lifeless on the floor, bleeding and unconscious. He just remembers being pulled out of his daze, with Jewl screaming her fuckin' head off.
                  Coming to, he went for her.  Grabbing her in a headlock as she flailed around, he covered her mouth, and she calmed the fuck down.
                  As soon as she stopped moving and mellowed, he let go of her mouth, but not the headlock. It took everything in him not to snap this bitch's neck, right at that moment.
                  “What the FUCK Jewl!” He bellowed. “You are mine! What the fuck is this guy doing here with his dick in my pussy, bitch?” His breathing was heavy. He was squeezing her neck as he was talking to her.
                  “Gentle,” she said, hoping that their safe word would work. She was having a hard time breathing, as he continued the pressure.
                  “FUCK. GENTLE. BITCH!” Drifter yelled, at the top of his lungs. In one swift move, he let go of her neck, grabbed both arms and had them behind her back, and was walking her out to the kitchen. He sat her down on one of the kitchen chairs, and told her to stay there. He put the door back together as best as he could.
                  She was crying hysterically. “I am so sorry, baby.” She was hoping he wasn't going to kill her. “I was lonely and you said you were busy,” she continued to sob.
                  “Who the fuck is this asshole?” he asked her.
                  “He is just a friend.”
                  “I have lots of friends Jewl, and I don't fuck 'em,” he said, standing over her. “Is that his rig out front?” Drifter pointed towards the front door.
                  “Yeah,” she said. “He is a car salesman. I got some money off my car doing a few favors and he comes back sometimes,” she admitted, with her head hung in shame.
                  “You are a whore?” Drifter asked. He had fallen in love with a fuckin' whore.
                  He knew that she had several boyfriends in her past, but he had no idea that is what she did. How could he have been so stupid? Finally finds a fucking bitch that he thinks he loves, and then she is a fuckin' whore.
                  “I am not a whore,” she says quietly.
                  “Oh, so you fuckin' this guy to get a good deal on a car? Bitch, in my book, that's a fuckin' whore.” He pauses... “So what were you lookin' to get from me? A free oil change? Maybe some new furniture?” he yelled at her, leaning down inches from her head.
                  She continued to keep her head down. She was so afraid that he was going to hit her. “I love you, Drifter. I just don't know how to be alone.”
                  “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Every time I gotta leave on a run, or other business, I gotta know that you are sharing my shit all over town? I don't fucking think so, Jewl. I can't have it that way.” He was finally settling down.
                  “I am so sorry,” she said. She was hoping he wouldn't leave her, but surprised that he was still there.
                  He paced back and forth in front of her, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. He felt like his heart had been pulled out, and stomped on by