CHAPTER FIVE
Susan crouched and edged to one side as her two brothers threw themselves against the door. It was an old heavy wooden door. It was solid and barely shuddered when their shoulders struck it. On impulse, Susan reached up and tried the doorknob. The door swung slowly inward and the three of them rushed in, followed by curious neighbors who responded to the noise of battering upon the door.
The first thing that struck Susan's eye as she rushed in behind her brothers was Jack's hands: One outstretched for a gun which lay inches away from his fingers; the other trying to stuff his vibrating, erect manmeat back into his pants.
He failed in both endeavors as Marty grabbed him by the collar and pushed him backward. Jack fell backwards and Marty picked up the gun.
Max, his face cov
