She noticed a few people staring blankly, as well as a young couple that seemed to be headed home after a night in the city. They were whispering to e...ch other, hands roaming over each others bodies, occasionally kissing. The sexual tension was already fairly evident. Realizing that she had a relatively clear line of sight toward the guy, Lizzie impulsively removed her new device from her purse and placed it in her lap. Carefully aiming it so that it was focused only on him, Lizzie got a rush. It's childish. And unbecoming of someone as good looking as you."My jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" I asked, astonished. I swiped the phone awake and punched in the unlock code, giggling. "Not as much fun, snooping when I have your permission. That's some damn decent psychology you laid on me, Creighton!" I laughed. "Three messages from 'Beard.' Your girlfriend's name is Beard?" I asked, jokingly. "His name is Brent. But my friends only call him Beard. High school nickname," CJ told me. "What. People actually do say corny-ass lines because we're don't walk around with fucking thesauruses in our fucking heads. So she stares at me like she's in shock, but shit my fucking dick's popping out of my waistband, and her fingers and all in her cunt, so that expression gets all sexy real fast and she'd like "You want to fuck in the confession box?" And I'm a redblooded man who doesn't need to be asked twice. I go up there with my cock all wobbling and I grab her by the hips and push right into. With that he went to the closet and pulled on a hook just under the rod on the left side. The floor outside the left side of the closet began to rise. It was an elevator big enough for four people to ride in. Running Elk and I got in and went down. It lowered into a panic room. There were two bunk beds and a bathroom under the one upstairs. There was survival stuff on shelves. Next to the lift was a gun rack. There were six combat shotguns, four assault rifles, two sniper rifles, twelve.