Clement passed on the most important news. According to sources, the bomb was a Russian type: 15 kilotons, very dirty. Designed during the disintegrat...on of the Soviet Union, it incorporated various microprocessors and memory chips in its trigger. This was good news. "The more high-tech they make these things, the more low-tech the solution," Tracy noted to herself. A TZ-425, Mark 3 device, she knew that the removal of SIMM 1 from bank 2 on the trigger board would leave the bomb a radioactive. "Aaugh! Get off me!" Cherise kicked at whatever it was with her free foot before another snake coiled itself around that foot. Together they pulled her off the road into the bushes as she desperately tried in vain to pull herself free, her fingers digging long furrows through the gravel and dirt as low branches and twigs snagged and tore at her knee-length skirt and blue blouse.Suddenly she was in another clearing, filled with long vines that ran across the ground and up and down the trees.. They watched as Stacy rode Rich’s mouth, they watched as he fucked her from behind while she was face down on the bed then as they saw him fucking her while she lay on her back with her legs spread wide they gasped as they saw him pull out of her, her hand grabbing his cock and his cum splashing over her face and body. “Oh, crap! That was awesome,” Tina whispered, looking at Michelle. Michelle nodded still watching the screen. Then she spoke. “Did that make you wet?” She asked. “Yes,” Tina. The worst part was that they were both completely unaware of the other’s feelings. Everyone looking on could see it as obvious as words written on page, but those two? They had no idea. Ivy had had a boyfriend before. She had liked those times, hell, she had lost her virginity to one of them. A big deal for a good little Christian girl like herself. She had thought she loved that guy. Oliver. That was the guy she thought she loved, the guy she shared everything with, the guy she lost her.