It was about 12:30 when he picked up his car keys and ushered me to the
door. "We're going out today, slave. Get your ass moving." He picked up a
duffel bag that was pre-packed and laying beside the door before pushing me
through and out onto the porch. "Get in the car. Sit up front with me - at
least this time..." I was really scared. He had a low-slung sports car with a
convertible top - which was down! He got in and put the duffel bag on the floor
between my legs. "Buckle up, dumbass. We don't want to get pulled over for
violating the seatbelt law." That would be the least of our worries if we were
pulled over - since there was a naked man with a drippy wet throbber in the
front passenger seat. He revved up the engine and we were off.