Gene looked over to Steven, “What do you mean when you said ‘push the spit through them'” he asked, “I mean just that, her tag says she is to be a spit roast, what they do is they either strap the girl down tight and place the tip of a very sharp steal pole into her pussy and push it all the way thought, or they lock them into a machine that does it all automatricly, then they move the spits over to a fire pit where they rotate to cook the meat” Steven said looking up at Gene who now had stars in his eye’s. The car was picking up speed by the second sixty five then seventy then seventy five, Ben wanted to get as far away from Dolcett as he could as fast as he could, “Dad you better start slowing down there is a patrol station up ahead and we don’t want to get stopped” Jason said Ben taking a look at the speedometer not realizing he had been going that fast and started to slow down from seventy five to a modest fifty five, but it was already too late, the red and blue lights of the police car in the mirror told him so.
