MaxIt was almost three hours since he made his escape from Woodland Manor Hospital. He would run a while, stop to rest for a few minutes then carry on... He noticed a couple of times going past the same locality. Seeing this, he released a loud scream in frustration. Max was cold, hungry and very tired. He needed to rest a while.Glancing around, he noticed something in the distance. It was a derelict cabin. Only the old wooden frame was intact with a Corrugated metal roof, just covering half of. As I lay there my fingers crept down between my legs to sooth the yearning for a man’s touch and I finally drifted off. Peter was also tortured by the thought that in the next room asleep could be the answer to his dreams, just on the other side of the wall her naked body resting in his shirt, all it took was a few gentle tugs on his cock and he spewed semen all over his stomach.I awoke early, went out into the kitchen and sat waiting for Peter to awaken but as I sat there looking around I. " Hmm, looks like we might have a good one for a change. OK, throw your kit into the office for now, we've got two hundred hungry mouths to feed."Shit two bloody hundred."We don't stand on formality around here, you call me Tiny, I'll introduce you to the others as we see them. What's your first name?" Tony Sar-- Tiny." Right Tony grab some whites from the rest room and we'll see how you go."I went into the rest room and cleaned up a bit and found a set of whites that fitted me. Clean hands and. We had sarge swearing volubly at us from below. So we were Good. We didn't waste a round.Didn't help with the RPG, though. Fired from fuck knows where — probably an opportunity shot from behind a boulder or some fuck, didn't even hit the truck. Just hit the ground underneath the fucker, took the rear fucking axle out. Fuck, fuck, fuck...So we dispersed ourselves — well, Landie #1 fucked off over the blue — or, actually, grey and dusty — horizon at a rate of knots and fucking left us to it. We,.