Justin on the other hand couldn't sleep he was was dancing on a knife edge, he wanted to rage, to break things, hurt someone, he hadn't felt like this so many years but ever since Ben's accident he'd felt a growing anger burn inside him.
He pretended to lay down to go to sleep beside Jackie so she'd leave him alone and waited for her breathing to take up the steady rhythm interspersed with the occasional snore that meant she was fully asleep. Once she was unconscious he slipped away to go downstairs to his home gym.
Six weeks ago before this all started he hadn't used the gym much for at least 5 years, since pulling a hamstring, back then before Ben's accident he'd just have just had a few drinks to deaden himself enough to ignore Jackie's occasional snorts and snores, since Ben's accident however he'd taken to sneaking off to workout at night. It had started in the facility's hospital, there was nothing for him to do there but wait around to find out when his son would be released, and he'd had so much pent up energy from his anger that whenever Ben was sleeping he'd to exercise. He was exercising seriously for the first time in over a decade, he found the exercise had helped him to concentrate on something else other than his anger and he'd already seen significant improvements in his physical health.
Justin's anger was huge and almost overwhelming, he had to focus it on something, his anger at Jackie, bench press, anger at his bosses doing dangerous research at his facility, bicep curl, anger at the injustice of the world, squats, anger at himself for being pushed around, do more weight and run faster than he'd ever done, anger at Michael, nothing, just emptiness, anger at Isabella nothing, just tiredness and a knowledge he'd never let his baby get hurt again, he was growing tired, he finished up his workout that way every night.
His body was hardening, growing stronger, leaner more flexible, he and Jackie rarely touched anymore so his changes went unnoticed, but he went to sleep every night now feeling more confident, stronger, protective and proud of the changes he was making..
As he fell asleep he saw lips in his dreams.
"Look after your baby, they are all that matters"
Justin smiled.
Isabella slept well that night, the tinnitus was finally silent and the dreams that came were an epiphany, she saw herself born anew. There was no Ben, there never had been a Ben, Ben was a dream, a fiction, a nightmare, there was only Isabella, she saw visions of who she could be, she saw visions of strength and security, visions of happiness.
She woke in the middle of the night alert and felt lust filling her. She felt her nipples rubbing against her t-shirt's material, they were hard and sensitive, she'd never had her nipples drive her wild with need before, her left hand reached up and started to to play with the hard points, Isabella gasped, and her right hand almost on it's own started to toy with the hem line of her jockey shorts, as her need grew she could fill a dampness it her shorts. Isabella kicked them off and started to massage her wet labia, she brought her finger back to her mouth and tasted her new juices, her eyes rolled into her head in ecstasy, she was lost to lust and her fingers dove back into her sopping wet womanhood, this time entering her and she started to touch deeper and harder imagining a strong man holding her down and taking her until they both reached their peak simultaneously.
She could feel a barrier breaking down as she ascended to a plateau, every nerve in her body ready to illuminate.
"I am you, you are me, we are one" she heard the voice closer than ever before
Isabella exploded in an earth shattering orgasm, she'd never felt this before, she needed, she wanted, she deserved, she'd take, she couldn't....
She fell asleep with a serene smile and her finger still deep in her wet vagina.
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