"Liv nodded and headed for the snow covered shelf road. On one side of the white ribbon was a sheer rock face, on the other, a canyon drop-off. The go...ng became treacherous as the road narrowed. It was barely wide enough for the armored SRT-8, and Liv clenched the steering wheel tightly, turning her knuckles white. All too often, the armor covering the MATTRACKS scraped against the rocky cliff.Finn kept the gun camera focused on the road ahead so that Liv could see where they were going. Her. Rob began pounding in time with the relentless ‘tock’, ‘tock’, of the metronome.Brutus smiled at the grim black face of Tony, Naomi’s husband.?You.? He barked. ?Lie down on the grass, there, face up.?Tony frowned, but obeyed, lying down parallel to Naomi and Rob. Their thrusting knees touched Tony’s skin as they fucked.The fourth slave of the quartet was Amber, Rob’s strawberry blonde wife. She was on her back, staring up into the sky awaiting instructions.?You.? Brutus called out, so she. I turned over and on to my stomach to hide my growing erection. “Oh look,” Brittany said, “Charlie is shy.” “No,” I replied, “I am not shy.” “You’re afraid we will see you big ole cock,” Brittany shot back. “No, I ‘m not,” I replied. “The turn back over,” Briitany responded. “And take off your shorts.” “No way,” I replied. “You just want to be a tease.” “I’m not teasing anyone,” Brittany replied. “Rachel looked over at me and smiled. “I think she wants you,” Rachel remarked. “I know,” I. “Unfortunate headline, Gerry.” “Yes, well… the public like puns.” “Panty politics?” “So we’ve done better. We wanted to make the early print. Best we could come up with.” “I thought I might be worth a little more effort, that’s all.” “This isn’t personal. You put yourself on the parapet, you have to expect to be shot at.” “It’s a low blow.” “It’s journalism.” “Really? Tell me, will the full retraction have an equally bold typeface?” “What retraction?” “The one you’re going to write.