Tony and Pruett were stacking the Girls Gone Wild t-shirts into a footlocker at the rear of the van. The scent of a powerful air-freshener hung cloyin...ly in the warm air of the van. The air-conditioner was broken. They had Ernie Zimbaugh's promise that it would be running by the following day. It had taken a promise of their own to get him to agree to fix it -- free, in return for permitting him to watch the first week's tapes. Ernie weighed in at four hundred twenty-two pounds, and was not. I must of caught my enemies by surprise because they did not start shooting at me until I had nearly reached the gully. Luckily, it was not deep and had a bottom of sand. I dove into to that ditch and was mighty happy to be there as the bullets flew harmlessly over my head.I crawled on my hands and knees to that bunch of trees and burst out of the gully at a dead run toward them. I got to the trees just as the bullets started to get too close, and one of them did pull at my shirt sleeve. I had. I gave him a questioning gaze as his hands pushed my top and bra up over my breasts to reveal my taught rosy nipples; he took one of my erect nipples in to his warm wet mouth. My hand moved up to unzip of his pant and as expected, his hard toll was ready for playing sex game. His tongue swirled around my nipples sending shots of fire through my body. I ran my fingers on his zip, opened it and took control of his hot rod gripping it in my fists… His mouth moved to my other nipple and he raked. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the.