Those sounds exploded inside the tiny cave where the scientists sought refuge. It was damp and moldy inside that cave, yet it was safe, far away from ...he battle below. “Are you sure we arrived at the right time? It seems to me that we could have picked a better time to come.” Asked Pesto covering his ears, trying to blot out the deafening sounds outside. “It appears to be so. My Portable says we’re right on time.” Replied Professor Magnus, checking the small watch type equipment. The small. “That’s not right. You’ll just have to go fishing, like you said.”“I don’t even have a pole,” he said helplessly.“Then you’ll have to use mine,” she said.“You have a fishing pole?” he asked, incredulous.“I have two!” She grinned. “And I ... am going to teach you how to fish!”There was a creek not far away. It was, in fact, Foster’s creek, the same creek that Johnnie Sue, Jesse, and Luthor were, at the moment, skinny dipping in. The three had arranged to go fishing too, and were in the process. He unlocked my door and motioned for me to climb in. I slid into his car and closed the door ,admiring his mint condition interior. “Okay, we are fuckin’ outta here,” he said as he closed his door. “You have a really nice fuckin’ car,” I said as he pulled out of the parking spot. “Why thank you, it’s only half mine. I am buying it off my Mom’s boyfriend. I only have half the money, but my Mom guilt-tripped him into letting me drive it in the meantime,” he explained. “Whatever works, can we. Or else end up in state orphanages far superior to those in the past. This isn’t like Ceausescu’s program, trust me on that. Mind you, the orphans will be indoctrinated, but in positive ways,” I laughed as I made out with Gillian and caressed the faces of each fellatrix servicing me.“Mind if I sit on your face?” Gillian asked me, to which I nodded and she did so while the same trio continued to fellate me.“Oh ... fucking ... GOD!” Gillian began moaning as I licked her ass, focusing on her.