started counting the days. It was a Saturday.
Four days later, they pulled off of Highway 1&9 and headed toward the port. Dutch checked his watch. It was 9:10 P.M . He wanted to drive through once to get his bearings and locate the cop cars. He pulled over before he reached the entrance
to the port. Craze pulled up beside him with Angel in his car. Roc was riding with Shock and a few heads. And Zoom and the
Zoo Crew were behind him.
“Go on, get Roc and Shock in position and then you and Angel get your show started. Roc, you and Shock find a spot to hide
until we get there. Zoom and the Zoo Crew can stay with me. Don’t fuck up,” Dutch directed.
Craze nodded and drove off. Dutch just watched them as the taillights of the Delta 88 Craze was driving made a left turn into
the port. He waited a few minutes then pulled off heading the same way as Craze.
He saw the squad car and checked his watch: 9:16 P.M . He didn’t know whether it was the first or the second squad car until he pulled into the dead-end road directly behind the
BMW lot and saw the second.
It’s 9:25 P.M. That’s seven minutes,
he thought to himself. That was a lot closer than the last time he checked on them, which was Monday night, but still a safe
amount of time between the two. Everyone got out of the cars and stayed low, creeping around the BMW lot. Dutch had Qwan stay
in the Cherokee because Qwan was one of the best drivers and Dutch wanted to be prepared just in case they had to bail out.
Off in the distance he saw the taillights of the Delta 88. He could barely see Angel and Craze, just images that could be
bodies of anyone. About that time, Roc and Shock crept up on him.
“Whut up?” Shock asked, but Dutch didn’t answer.
They waited as Craze saw the headlights of the second car slowly approaching.
“Here they come, baby girl,” Craze whispered to Angel, and she went into her act.
“Fuck you,
puta
! Fuck you!
No me toque.
” She swung wildly at Craze, who ducked and grabbed her by the waist, pushing her up against the car. By that time, the squad
car was in full view of them.
“The hell is that all about?” the middle-aged white man asked his equally pale partner.
“Lovers’ quarrel,” shrugged his passenger, “fuck ’em,” he continued lazily, taking a hit off a joint before passing it to
the driver. The driver took the joint but almost dropped it in his lap when he saw Angel half fall to the ground, revealing
nothing but a pair of pink panties fitting tightly around her firm, thick ass.
“God damn, did you see that?” the driver exclaimed, his dick instantly hard.
“Man, with an ass like that, I’d be fightin’ too,” his partner commented, taking the joint back from him and putting it out.
“Back up, man. Maybe we can help and be thanked at the same time,” he added, looking over his shoulder.
Craze had almost lost hope until he saw their brake lights come on and the car begin to back up.
“They backin’ up, they backin’ up,” he whispered to Angel.
“Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Yo, let’s go,” Dutch exclaimed, whispering his words.
Dutch, Shock, and Roc went forward to the barbed-wire fence with the blowtorch and wire cutters. They were in full view if
anyone passed, but no one did. Roc quickly snapped through the fence and tore away an entrance.
“Hurry up,” Dutch ordered, firmly but calmly, looking toward Craze and the guards as Roc and Shock lit the blowtorch to work
on the metal barrier.
The security guards had managed to separate Angel and Craze, each guard holding one of them. Angel was still yelling and cursing
as the guard held his arms around her waist, pretending to restrain her. She pretended to reach for Craze to hit him, every
time bending forward and pressing her ass against the guard’s crotch until she felt his penis harden.
“Tu eres un enfermo!
Get off of me!” Angel yelled, swinging on the guard.
The other guard let go of Craze and tried to
Four days later, they pulled off of Highway 1&9 and headed toward the port. Dutch checked his watch. It was 9:10 P.M . He wanted to drive through once to get his bearings and locate the cop cars. He pulled over before he reached the entrance
to the port. Craze pulled up beside him with Angel in his car. Roc was riding with Shock and a few heads. And Zoom and the
Zoo Crew were behind him.
“Go on, get Roc and Shock in position and then you and Angel get your show started. Roc, you and Shock find a spot to hide
until we get there. Zoom and the Zoo Crew can stay with me. Don’t fuck up,” Dutch directed.
Craze nodded and drove off. Dutch just watched them as the taillights of the Delta 88 Craze was driving made a left turn into
the port. He waited a few minutes then pulled off heading the same way as Craze.
He saw the squad car and checked his watch: 9:16 P.M . He didn’t know whether it was the first or the second squad car until he pulled into the dead-end road directly behind the
BMW lot and saw the second.
It’s 9:25 P.M. That’s seven minutes,
he thought to himself. That was a lot closer than the last time he checked on them, which was Monday night, but still a safe
amount of time between the two. Everyone got out of the cars and stayed low, creeping around the BMW lot. Dutch had Qwan stay
in the Cherokee because Qwan was one of the best drivers and Dutch wanted to be prepared just in case they had to bail out.
Off in the distance he saw the taillights of the Delta 88. He could barely see Angel and Craze, just images that could be
bodies of anyone. About that time, Roc and Shock crept up on him.
“Whut up?” Shock asked, but Dutch didn’t answer.
They waited as Craze saw the headlights of the second car slowly approaching.
“Here they come, baby girl,” Craze whispered to Angel, and she went into her act.
“Fuck you,
puta
! Fuck you!
No me toque.
” She swung wildly at Craze, who ducked and grabbed her by the waist, pushing her up against the car. By that time, the squad
car was in full view of them.
“The hell is that all about?” the middle-aged white man asked his equally pale partner.
“Lovers’ quarrel,” shrugged his passenger, “fuck ’em,” he continued lazily, taking a hit off a joint before passing it to
the driver. The driver took the joint but almost dropped it in his lap when he saw Angel half fall to the ground, revealing
nothing but a pair of pink panties fitting tightly around her firm, thick ass.
“God damn, did you see that?” the driver exclaimed, his dick instantly hard.
“Man, with an ass like that, I’d be fightin’ too,” his partner commented, taking the joint back from him and putting it out.
“Back up, man. Maybe we can help and be thanked at the same time,” he added, looking over his shoulder.
Craze had almost lost hope until he saw their brake lights come on and the car begin to back up.
“They backin’ up, they backin’ up,” he whispered to Angel.
“Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Yo, let’s go,” Dutch exclaimed, whispering his words.
Dutch, Shock, and Roc went forward to the barbed-wire fence with the blowtorch and wire cutters. They were in full view if
anyone passed, but no one did. Roc quickly snapped through the fence and tore away an entrance.
“Hurry up,” Dutch ordered, firmly but calmly, looking toward Craze and the guards as Roc and Shock lit the blowtorch to work
on the metal barrier.
The security guards had managed to separate Angel and Craze, each guard holding one of them. Angel was still yelling and cursing
as the guard held his arms around her waist, pretending to restrain her. She pretended to reach for Craze to hit him, every
time bending forward and pressing her ass against the guard’s crotch until she felt his penis harden.
“Tu eres un enfermo!
Get off of me!” Angel yelled, swinging on the guard.
The other guard let go of Craze and tried to
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