But he was obviously furious. He turned to his friends and said, "Come on! Let's kick their asses!"Me, Tawney, everyone around us, we all watched in s...hocked disbelief as Laney and his little sister beat the crap out of Jeff and Barry and Jeff's five big friends. And those boys never laid a hand on either of them.It would have ended a lot quicker. But the crowd was laughing at them and they couldn't stand that. They kept getting back up and charging something they couldn't even touch. It was. “All right Dennis, get the fuck out of here,” the man says in a firm voice that says he isn’t quite surprised.Dennis flips him off.“Could you turn that fucking thing off?” the man says and pushes his hand against the cell phone. The camera guy dashes away and everything becomes momentarily blurry until he backs in to safe dark corner near the DJs computer and continues to record everything.The girl giving the blowjob gives up easily. She sits up and says that this is fucked up. She didn’t ask. " Hugs and kisses all around and we were on our way. We planned to have our first night near Cleveland. So that meant a pit stop in Pennsylvania. Cindy asked if a blowjob on the road would save time and count?"No technically that's not fucking. Although not completely discouraged."So we added extra diversions as we set out on Route 80. Somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania a truck had settled in along side us. He must have been checking Cindy out. She flashed him some boob, which got a. His duffel bag was gone. She collapsed to her knees, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing violently. He had felt so real. Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t be a dream. There was a burn on her breasts from his beard. His scent lingered on her skin and her lips felt bruised and swollen from his hungry attack. Had he been paged and had to leave again? He would have waked her. He would have left a note. It was Christmas Day night in Iraq. At the home base of the Screaming Eagles, the sun was.