’ McLane turned to his men and said, ‘ Aim, shoot, and move in the direction of the Scorpion.’ * * * * * Jameson tried again to pick the lock on...his cell door. One more time one more try, he thought. Such a crude lock should not be this hard to pick. He knew the Jouth guard would begin his patrol again, maybe 15 minutes. Jameson had figured out the guard’s schedule. They patrolled constantly during daylight, every half hour after sundown till midnight. After midnight the guard would not come. "You've got to be kidding me!" Cut!" yelled a man."I'm sorry," said Amanda, still staring at the cock in front of her face. "I was just surprised. He's like a horse!" I like the line and her reaction," said Krebs, stepping out from darkness I hadn't seen him in. "Leave it in. Just keep going. She's got the instinct for this. I don't give a fuck about what's in the script as long as what they do looks honest." Places!" yelled the man. They were already there, so he yelled "Action!"Amanda looked. They all did, once he let them in on the treat, but it was that first time that he, himself, liked best... the way they'd cringe and beg in shame, their godamned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their flinching holes... giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else could. And momentarily, that thought inspired another... What the hell did the Sheldon broad want? Whatever, it was all right... maybe a little. The noises of trucks and traffic unnerved her and the crowds of people at the Walmart silenced her. When the jackhammer bit into a cracked sidewalk next to the truck as they waited at the traffic light, she nearly crawled up the sleeve of Travis's jacket. Everything smelled of exhaust and industrial fumes, which burned her nostrils and gave her an occasional cough. Even the streetlight piercing through the thin drapes of the motel room disturbed her.Travis was embroiled in his own panic. After.