It was raining buckets outside, and we were bored. We heard the back door open, and Kayla and Jaimie came pounding down the stairs, laughing and shout...ng. They came bursting into the playroom and stopped suddenly when they saw us there. They obviously weren't expecting us to be downstairs. They were soaked through, hair plastered to their heads, and their T-shirts were nearly transparent. They both crossed their arms in front of themselves, and ran into the laundry room squealing. Jake and I. He looked at me with that half-cocked head turning from side to side as his beady, black eyes pierced through the nights glow to see if he was in trouble. He must have sensed my fear mixed with relief because he whimpered lightly then backed into the front room to gently sit on his bed. I just gaped at him. It’s just my Sammy. Breathe Jackie, come on girl, breathe. Once I was sure I could walk without hitting the floor I headed toward the kitchen. My legs had the rubbery shaky feeling that too. 'She's never deep-throated me, ' he thought, 'if she does him, we're through.' She's repeatedly told me she couldn't stop gagging when I pushed her and now this guy with an even bigger salami then mine is feeding it to her like it was linguini.'Only when he saw that Terry was having difficulty taking anything past Trevor's knob did he relent from his feelings of betrayal. Then Terry stopped sucking on him and with a look of near anguish on her countenance, pleaded with Trevor."Fuck me! Fuck me. ‘It’s the kinda trail that boat’s gonna leave. They got cameras in the marinas. We don’t want our pictures all over the place. Someone’s sure to make one of us.’ ‘So what do we do?’ Conrad asked, realizing at last that this task was more of a problem than he’d thought it would be. ‘I’m not sure,’ the Tall Man said. ‘But what I’m thinking is we steal our boat from somewhere’s else. Not Miami, per se. Maybe some place south of Miami. I don’t know… Key West, maybe, if that’s not too far away.’.