The cold, damp air felt good on my face as I opened the door and walked outside, and the acrid smell of cigarette smoke tickled my nostrils. John was ...tanding on the sidewalk close to the door smoking, and said my name. ‘Hey, I didn’t know you smoke.’ ‘Eh, I quit a long time ago. Only do it now when I drink a lot.’ He flicked the cigarette butt away and blew a plume of smoke over my head. We both stared down toward the lights from the refinery. It always reminded me of some sort of space-age. Soon after, Dave’s guttural grunts of ecstasy and Sarah’s loudmoans foretold the explosion of sperm that instantly begansquirting deep into his sister’s twitching twat. Sarah’s powerfulcuntal contractions and David’s jerking cock rubbing against mineinside his sister’s belly, soon had my own orgasm crashing downaround my ears. We were all so engrossed in climax that failed tohear the voices outside, and all four of us were still blissfullycoming when the door. Yeah. Why?Matt: Call Brad. I'll call Grant. Let's meet up at Gallahan's at noon.Dylan: Oh . . . This sounds serious. Should we synchronize our watches and use a password?Matt: Swordfish.And he ended the call.About ten minutes past noon, Grant walked into the somewhat crowded watering hole, the last to arrive. He ordered a diet soda rather than an alcoholic beverage. Matt, too, was drinking a cola; he had a ton of numbers to crunch before leaving the office that afternoon and had to keep a clear. It was a storage closet for office supplies. Liz left the door open while we made our way to the other door.We were almost there when it went flying open and a voice shouted, "CHARLIE, ARE YOU OKAY? THE BOSS..." That was the end of that conversation because the speaker ate a load of buckshot into his upper chest and head. All right, so I'll admit it, my aim was disturbed because I was walking when I fired. Nevertheless, I accomplished what I had intended, so I did not sweat the details.There.