"We have 12 hours every day that we need to cover, so depending on how many of you volunteer, it will be broken down into 4 or 6 hour shifts. I remind...you that you will still be responsible for your daily shifts as assigned so don't volunteer unless you really feel you can take on these night hours. Any questions? No? Good. Let's see some hands if you wish to volunteer."At 19, Jan was one of the youngest and newest in the group. The marine mammal unit had employed her thanks to her 4.0 GPA as a. He pulled himself out of bed as he answered. “Tom, where have you been? I’ve been calling and trying to reach you all night,” Christie said. “Well, good morning to you, too,” Tom said sarcastically as he stumbled into the kitchenette of his hotel suite and started a pot of coffee. After Keisha was abruptly pulled away from him last night, Tom spent the rest of the night alone in his room nursing a bottle of bourbon and cooling his overheated hormones. He was definitely paying for those choices. It had been the case for two weeks now. Gary's thought processes were some place else. All through the sheep dipping, Gary had been half-heartedly yelling cum-bye-ere (and only God knows what that actually means) and whistling sets of orders that would have directed the sheep into the nearest ravine if Rambo took any notice of the commands. Gary's thoughts were firmly ensconced in Betty.Betty lives on a neighbouring farm, is nineteen and smitten with Ronan Keating and Gary, in that order. Gary. She shuddered at the thought of dying like that. Still, it would have been more meaningful than dying in some car wreck. And it was a hell of a lot more fun thinking about going out that way.If she had to die, she wanted to die while she was fucking.Her hand worked feverishly on his prick. The limp hose refused to come back to life. No matter how her dexterous fingers worked, it simply wasn't going to turn magically into the fucking stick she wanted to feel driving between her legs and surging.