“You think I’m giving bad advice?” Tasha asked, her eyes narrowing.“It all depends on your definition of ‘bad’,” I grinned. “Ask my gr...ndfather’s opinion!”“As if the opinions of the old men matter?!”“And you women wonder why they drink so much vodka?” I asked, shaking my head.“You never complained about me!” Tasha protested.“Not to your face, anyway,” I teased.“You!” she growled, but then laughed with Clarissa and me.“Tasha, Elizaveta may ask you about certain decisions you made.”“Why?”Clarissa. Because of the late advertising of the Mountain Man Run, the few scheduled food vendors had become the many mobile “lunch on wheels” vans and old bread trucks.Mexican was just beginning but the best of the best in the area were pushing out tacos, burritos, enchiladas and chalupas from their serving windows. Some of it was guaranteed to burn your tonsils out.Several area caterers had awnings disguised as lean to kitchens and they served period food. Huge steaks, Pot Roast, pork and beans, turkey. She looked down, "Shade master."I smiled, "Mist and Shade."I turned to start walking and looked back, "come."They followed me down the tunnel until I reached a marked set of stairs. I began climbing and ignored the doors as I went all the way to the roof. I looked out cautiously before pulling them after me to the roof engineering room. I closed the door and moved to one wall filled with small vid monitors.I touched a switch and watched them come alive with images of chaos in the starport. What. Moan for me. You like that, dont you? Before she can answer, he bends her over and smacks her ass. She screams out and falls to her knees. He smacks her again. She rolls over to stop him from hitting her and he smacks her thigh in response. He gets down on his knees and pries her legs apart. He smacks her other thigh and covers her mouth when she tries to scream. He presses his hard cock bulging from his pants against her pussy and whispers into her ear. I cant wait to fuck you. He stands up.