Ashley stared at the piece of paper. Her shift had ended two hours before, and she was sitting on the couch. Devon and Casey had come out of her breasts earlier, but they went back in. Unfortunately for Ashley, that meant that she now had time to think. This was a tough decision, and she had no one that she could ask. No one else knew that Dennis was alive, that she knew, any way. She didn't want her kids to know yet, either. It might be difficult for them. So, all Ashley could do was stare at the paper. All it had was an address and a time. That time was soon.
If I meet up with him again, I have no idea how my life will change, she thought. But, I also need to know what happened. Eventually, she decided to just go for it. She called for a babysitter. After that, she had Devon and Casey come out of her breasts.
Once they were out, Ashley pulled off their clothes. They were surprised by what she was doing, at first. Then she proceeded to suck on Devon's cock. Once he came, she started licking Casey's vagina. She stopped after Casey came, but apparently they weren't done yet. As she left to go to her closet, she saw the two of them begin making love on the floor.
When she got there, she tried to decide what to wear. What do you wear when the husband you thought had been dead six years finally shows up again? Eventually she settled on a casual outfit. A simple T-shirt and shorts. She went back to the living room. Those kids were still doing it. Ashley wondered if they would stop when the babysitter came. The answer was no. When he saw what they were doing, he looked ready to go back home. Ashley stopped him from leaving. She invited him to take his clothes off, it was all right in this house. The sitter looked skeptical, but he went along with it. Over the next few months, he became Devon and Casey's favorite babysitter, often having sex with them.
Ashley went to the car. She put the address into her directions app. She was surprised when it took her to the run-down section of town. There was only one building that didn't look empty, and that was the one she needed. Ashley got out of the car and walked towards the door. Before she got there, however, she was all of a sudden surrounded by a street gang. "Say," said the leader, getting too close to Ashley, "what's a thing like you doing in a place like this?"
Ashley chuckled. "I'm here to meet a friend."
"Well, you've just made thirty new ones."
Ashley turned dead serious. "It's about to be twenty-nine." She had pulled out the leader's gun, and was now shoving it into his stomach. "Back off!"
The rest of the gang aimed at Ashley. Suddenly there was a bang. One of the members fell, clutching his leg. The door to the building was open, and Dennis was standing there, in uniform, pointing at the gang.
"If y'all don't move it," he shouted, "I'ma start shooting ya in some bad places." The gangsters ran, except for the leader, who Ashley was still holding hostage, and the guy who had been shot in the leg earlier. He hobbled away. When it was just Dennis, Ashley and the leader, Dennis walked down to them.
"If I ever see you in the area again, I will not be merciful. You got that?" The leader nodded. Ashley let him go, although she still kept his gun.
When he was gone, Ashley turned to Dennis. "I had that under control, you know," she said.
"Just like you had it under control on that trip to Yellowstone?"
"It really is you."
He nodded. He looked like he wanted a hug, but he knew it was too soon. Ashley gave him the gun. "The thing about this gang," he said, taking out the cartridge, "they always only have one bullet loaded. The rest are all blanks." He looked up at her. "Come inside. We need to talk."
"How did you survive?" asked Ashley.
"I was lucky. I managed to pull myself out of the wreckage of the helicopter, relatively unscathed. I wandered around, trying to find the radio, which I knew broke off during the crash. As I was wandering, I forgot that I was in enemy territory. I was captured by a group of terrorists. They took me prisoner, although I had a small piece of the radio on me. They took me to their camp. They asked me, in English, who I was. I replied, in Arabic, that I was one of them, and that I had infiltrated the army. They didn't believe it, at first. Then they brought in their superior. It was Haleb, my old childhood friend. He believed my story. In fact, he let me return to my "post" infiltrating the army. I returned to the crash site, and when the rescue team saw me, they took me back to my base. Once there, I immediately went to the commander, who was in the middle of a conversation with the president. I interrupted the conversation, despite the protests of his secretary, and told him what had happened. When I finished, both the commander and the president were speechless. The three of us then had a conversation that ended up with me being labeled "MIA," and me becoming a double agent."
Ashley was shocked. How could all that have happened to her husband?
"So why now?" she asked.
"I'm afraid that's classified. However, my mission took me here, and I decided to find you."
"You're still on mission?"
"Yes, I am. Only four people know that I am definitely alive: the commander, the president, Haleb, and now you. Please, I'd like to keep it that way."
"How can you ask me to keep this a secret from Devon and Casey?"
"I promise, Ashley, that I will come back once I'm finished with my mission." He looked right at her. "If you'll still have me."
"I just don't know," cried Ashley. She got up and walked out of the house. She went to the car, her head reeling with what she'd just heard. What should she do?
What happens next, for her?
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