They walked in silence for a minute or two, Julie laboring to breathe but somehow still doing it. Benny kept looking at her, trying to assess her condition. Her beauty was as radiant as ever, but her color had faded, her beautiful, glowing skin going ghostly pale. Her perfect, sensuous lips were turning blue, at least the portion of them that weren't covered in blood. At some point he was going to have to leave her behind.

"I see the way you're looking at me," Julie finally told him.

"How am I looking at you?" Benny asked, curious to hear the response.

"You're wondering how much longer... You wanna leave me. You're waiting for me to drop."

Benny found himself marveling at her perceptiveness, and decided there was no use lying anymore. "You're dying, Julie. There's no way around it."

"Fuck you. I'm not dying."

"I know you don't want to admit it. Neither do I."

There were tears welling up in Julie's striking blue eyes. "I can't die, Benny. I can't. I'm so scared."

Unsure how to respond, Benny simply said, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not ready to face it yet, so just... humor me for a little longer?"

Benny felt a great sense of relief with those words. It was the closest Julie had come to admitting the truth, and it implied she would let him leave without guilt when the time was right. "Sure thing."

Julie flashed her charming smile. "Thanks. You're a great guy. I can't wait for you to eat my fish taco."

"You know... there's nothing stopping us from fooling around right now."

Julie cocked an eyebrow at him. "You mean aside from the psychopath shooting me full of holes?"

"Well, there's that."

"Let's just keep moving," Julie said softly, but her left hand grabbed Benny's crotch and began massaging the stiff appendage tucked away there. It took him completely by surprise, and he almost screamed. “You want me to stop?” Julie paused, and Benny’s dick cried out for more.

“God no.” Julie’s fingers went back to work, and Benny nearly lost his mind. It made walking extremely difficult, but they made it work somehow. Benny realized Julie was now staring at him, and he looked her in the eyes and saw something he never thought he’d see in those sparkling, stunning, blue beauties - genuine affection.

“What do you think about when you spank it? You like to think about me?” Julie was speaking with a soft, sexy rasp in her voice, and Benny was doing everything in his power not to climax too quickly.

“Yes,” Benny murmured, trying to keep it together. “I think about your sexy belly. Your ass. I stick it in your ass.”

“Ah,” Julie moaned, and her eyes twinkled spectacularly. “Am I hot?”

“Yes, you’re so fucking hot.”

“You wanna fuck me in the ass and lick my belly?”

“Fuck yes!”

“Mmmmm, I wanna feel you in me. I waaaaauh!” Julie was interrupted by another bullet in her back, and for the briefest of moments her eyebrows arched and her mouth contorted in agony and horror, but then she smiled and barely missed a beat. “I want your cock in me.”

“Julie. Oh, Julie.”

“You like saying my name? Yaauhh.” Another gunshot rang through the desert, and Julie stumbled and reached for her left hamstring. “Errrr, fuck.” It took her a little longer to regain her composure this time, but she managed. Her hand returned to Benny’s crotch, and she continued. “Oooo, say my name. Say my fucking name, Benito.”

“Julie! Julie Huerta!”

“My big, strong, brave Benny. You saved my life, Benny. I wanna fuck you, Benny.”

“Holy shit!” Benny gasped as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. “Oh fuck. Oh my God. Oh yeah.”

Julie was looking at him with a playful grin. “Did you just jizz in your pants?”

“Fuck yes. Oh wow, that was amazing.”

Julie giggled and crinkled her nose. “Is it messy?” She squeezed his meat, and her thumb found his zipper. “Can I see it?”

“You want to see my dick?”

“I did show you my titties. And my ass. And I’ve never seen a guy’s dick before. You know, like in real life. Or felt cum. Is it sticky? I bet it’s sticky.”

“Alright, you can loo...” Benny stopped speaking when a bullet ripped through the top part of Julie’s right shoulder, exiting her flesh less than an inch from his face and spattering both of them with blood. He pulled away from her, leaving her teetering and off balance, and another chunk of lead ripped into her right side, a couple inches below the ribs.

Somehow, Julie remained upright. “Fuck! Fucking thirty. I’ve been shot thirty fucking times.”

Benny was still in shock at how close he had come to death, and he found it difficult to care about Julie catching her thirtieth bullet. “Holy shit. He almost shot me in the face.”

Visibly conflicted, Julie took a few seconds before she finally replied, “You should probably go on ahead, I guess.”

“Go on ahead?”

“Leave me behind.”

“But I was about to show you my dick?”

Julie smiled, “Okay, Benito. Let’s see it. But then you should leave. Before you get killed.” She chewed her lower lip and Benny took a step towards her. "No sense in both of us dying."

"I thought you weren't dying." As much as he wanted to leave, and as much as he wanted her to come to grips with reality, it hurt to see her accepting defeat.

"Come on, Benny, don't make me say it."

Benny stepped close to her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. There was no resistance, only eagerness on her part. She kissed him back fiercely, and he tasted the saltiness of her blood. He felt her tongue flicking across his, massaging the inside of his mouth, and he sucked and bit lightly on her lower lip, then went in for more.

He heard the next gunshot and the sickening thump as the bullet hit home in Julie's back somewhere, but Julie only whimpered softly and continued to kiss him. He took her hand and guided it down into his pants, where he felt her soft skin on his rock hard penis. She squeezed it, fondled it, played with it. Their kiss broke off long enough for her to look him in the eyes, and he saw a deep yearning hunger in her baby blues. She really did want him.

Shortly after their kiss resumed Julie was shot again. They paused, each of them with their tongue in the other's mouth, and opened their eyes. Benny saw the girl’s absolute desolation and dejection much more clearly, now that she was beginning to accept the awful truth of her own mortality. They finished off the kiss with a tender passion, then Julie put her hands on Benny's chest and whispered, "Go."

"Julie."

"It's okay. I'm good."

He could see in her lovely, expressive eyes that she was anything but good, but she smiled and pushed him gently away. Benny began to back up, unable to take his eyes off her. He remembered the bounce in her step and the boundless cheer she had brought with her when he first saw her that morning, looking ravishing in her white outfit. That outfit was now mostly red and full of holes. The bounce in her step was gone, and the good cheer was dampened by sorrow and despair.

Still, she summoned enough sanguinity to hold up the first two fingers on her right hand and grin. It was the hand that Benny had directed into his pants, and he saw his cum mixed in with her blood. “I was right. It is sticky.” She popped both fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean as she slowly pulled them out.

Benny undid the button on his jeans and slid them down, along with his boxers, so she could see his still throbbing erection. "Now you've seen a penis, like in real life."

Julie lifted her shirt to show Benny her belly one last time. "You wanna take some final pictures... before you go?"

There were six holes spread out across her breadbasket, but her smooth, soft tummy was as sexy as ever, and Benny felt his erection twitch. "Sure." His phone was out before he realized it, and Julie gave him several poses - her tongue out and one hand holding up the peace sign, one hand behind her head and the other holding up her shirt, both hands behind her head, twisting slightly to give him different angles. Benny captured as much as he could before a bullet smacked into the side of Julie's right thigh and she took a knee.

Doing her best to form a carefree smile, Julie noted, “Thirty-three. Tell that blonde bimbo I... managed to count to thirty-three.”

"Goodbye, Julie.”

Benny pulled up his pants, turned and ran, and didn't even look back when he heard the next gunshot. He never saw Julie again, but he had his pictures. And his memories.