I began to wonder if what she needed ... or wanted was for me to take charge. Did she need me to be more assertive in the bedroom so she could let loo...e? As I sat there sipping my coffee, it seemed to make sense; all daylong she was in charge ... did she yearn to release control and need for me take over? The more I considered things, the more I felt I was right. I remembered how she had liked it when I had been assertive with her breasts, the soft tone of her voice when I had commanded her to. . Clarissa.... Lyana’s eyes widened with sudden realization. Clarissa! Lyana remembered seeing Clarissa naked and groped by Bruce! Then she remembered being chloroformed..... she remembered the hand on her breast and her pussy before passing out. Lyana lifted her head, blinking away the double vision. The face of Mark swam into focus. He was behind her, sliding his swollen cock into her again and again. “Y-you…........” Lyana managed to croak. She tried to lift an arm. “Get…get off…....... Fuck it I thought and tucked my cock into my waistband for the short journey to the bathroom.The toilets were just 2 individual unisex cubicles as it was a small cafe. Both were locked. Fuck! I knocked on the first one and an old woman answered. Damn! I didn't say anything but knocked on the second one. A man answered!! Shit, where was she?! The first door unlocked and the door opened slowly. The gf was in there trying her best not to laugh after tricking me with her old woman voice.I joined. The dispatcher was to call the one engine, tanker and ambulance from the two participating companies on a closed radio frequency. All this equipment was parked 1 — miles away from the site on a side road. The State Police and Sherriff department was to close the road at 10 minutes to one and keep it closed until the all clear was sounded.Jenny was the driver for the attack truck, my dad's old beat-up loud Chevrolet hunting truck. It was a piece of junk - we should have figured a way to burn it.