As I leaned up, looking into the window, I could clearly see Becky making out with some k** wearing a leather jacket and jeans. His hand was under her...shirt, feeling her breasts. They were kissing like heated lovers when I noticed Becky's hand on his crotch. My heart was racing at the site of Becky fondling this boy. I tried to breathe in small gasps to prevent hyperventilating or maybe even fainting."Stop Ricky, I gotta get in the house. My parents are in there and they might look out the. ‘I don’t think Pastor Frank is even going to want me to keep my job.’ Joe shook his head and said, ‘Why don’t you send him an email telling him you want a 50 percent raise, 4 weeks vacation and that you expect him to support the recommendation to the board.’ ‘Why would he do that?’ ‘Because we are going to include a video stream of him ripping your blouse and throwing you on the table,’ Joe responded. ‘Where is your computer?’ ‘You guys are unbelievable,’ Julia said as she took her laptop out. "Nope, this is much worse." Liv's palms were sweating as she clenched the steering wheel. It took all of her concentration to keep from panicking. The turbocharged V-8 rumbled, and she focused on the sound to calm her nerves. In the monitor, the summit grew closer.It took every ounce of courage to keep her right foot on the accelerator and not pop the transmission into reverse and get the hell off the mountain. Liv knew it was only a matter of time before gravity tore the front end of the Jeep. A sound reached his ears, one that most people rarely heard outside of movies and TV. It was the sound of horse hooves. He looked over his shoulder, seeing two adult men on horseback approaching him from down the road. Behind them, an old man driving a horse-drawn wagon and leading… slaves. Wearing rags for clothes, more than a dozen men and women of varying ages were being led by chains. This strange caravan came to a halt in front of him. The men on horseback and the one driving the wagon.