"George worked at a night club."We've kept these jars refrigerated to keep them fresh, and tonight we're going to pour them all into this pitcher for ...your refreshment."John showed me a large pitcher like you'd get in a bar. He saw the look of apprehension in my eyes. I liked cum, but you can have too much of a good thing can't you?"You will drink it", he said. "Willingly or unwillingly. And if we have to force you, then some extra punishment may be in order. I don't think your cunt's met. “Are you busy?” he asks.“Not really,” she answers, running her hand along his chest. She feels herself getting wet. She still prefers Kenton over Massimo. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? “I just had to do a service call,” she continues with a giggle.“No shit? Well, I’ve got a special job for you then,” he informs her. “But first, we’ve got to work on your outfit. That particular corset is made to either house those tits of yours or show them off. Let’s get them out so we can show them. That damned check had a seven followed by seven zeros to the left of the decimal point. Seventy million dollars, drawn on the Sultanate of Brunei. My ears rang. I realized that I'd stopped breathing. The first thing I did after resuming breathing was to tell myself not to count my chickens. I had to see if it would cash before I could spend it. I sat there breathing deeply, first getting over flight-or-fight, then getting my act together. I looked over at the clock. It was almost ten thirty on. This position puts John in front of and between the two men. The bullet hits his belly and ricochets into the chest of the fourth gunman, surprising both men. The fourth man drops his gun and starts to fall as John snaps the neck of the man in his hand while aiming up the street to shoot another armed man running toward them. Turning from this encounter, John steps clear of the back of the mini-bus and takes aim at the van with the five men in it. The doors are opening as the men are moving.