‘So how’s my girl?’ he says, leaning a little too heavily on her. ‘Ok,’ she says giggling. ‘How about sneaking out front and smoking a joi...t?’ he asks. ‘Ok.’ ‘Hey man, what about me?’ Steve says. ‘I wanna get stoned too.’ Josh thinks about that for a sec. He isn’t planning on getting high, rather he is hoping Heather would give him a blow job. But she could take care of Steve too. Why not? They were all friends… ‘Yeah, come on, dude,’ Josh says and they casually walk towards the side of the. For God's sake Simmons, don't get yourself killed out there. Thanks coach was all I said as I ran back to the field.Ok huddle up. Jim Half was the QB. He was calling the play. When he finished, I had no idea what to do. He knew it to because he pointed at me and said you run as fast as you can downfield ok. I gave him the thumbs up.39-26-42 hutt hutt and the play was live. I ran as fast as I could. No one was anywhere near me. The ball was in the air coming right at me. Suddenly everyone was. But then, that was the point of a terrorist attack, wasn’t it? To show they could strike anywhere?As he turned off of I-5 and into his neighborhood, she sent another text.“OMG LRY NED U NOW HRY”He’d tried calling from the freeway, but when someone did answer on Jill’s end, all he could hear was moaning, panting, and wet, squishy noises.Away from the freeway noise, he thought he could hear moaning again in the distance, but told himself that was probably in his head. Still, if Jill had been in. There was a lot of shouting and confusion, but the characteristic hammering sound of AKs was absent. This was not an ambush. Ethan's voice took on an authoritative yet calming tone:"Calm down. Stay put. No-one's shooting at us. It was a landmine. Tell the people next to you to calm down and stay put."Everyone was drenched to the bone. All around him, Ethan could see faces frozen in sheer terror, some of them shaking visibly. Olufemi had started shouting calls to the other drivers in Yoruba,.