"Jesus Christ Johnny! You couldn't keep that gun inside your pants for two minutes." Skyler laughed as both the girls watched the explosion.<br/><br/>"Shit girl, if my dick wasn't so big, I might just actually be able to keep my gun tucked away.." Johnny retorted, pulling his dick out of his pants and smacking it on the steering wheel to prove his point, at which both the girls got a big laugh. Johnny's eyes met Rains' in the rear view mirror for a brief second, and he thought how fiercely hot she looked, like a caged animal waiting to pounce. Johnny reckoned he would just about give his right nut to bang her sweet ass, hell for that matter he would mind a piece of Skyler either.  She was cute as hell and if he could get them both together that would suit him just fine.<br/><br/>The past few days and nights of living on the run from just about everybody had been hard, and blowing up that gas station had only brought the smallest tease of fulfillment to any of their urges. He wanted to find a cabin and kick back for a few days, maybe even a week, anything just to take the stress of running off of his mind for a while.<br/><br/>Johnny pressed the accelerator to the ground and the giant boat of a car sped down the lonely Utah highway, topping the car out. He asked Skyler for a beer and pounded it while driving like a bat out of hell down the expressway. "There it is!" He said, yanking the wheel sideways, and causing the car to slide around the corner at a reckless speed. The pavement quickly faded away and was replaced with gravel as they drove farther away from civilization.<br/><br/>Shortly the sun began to set and well after finishing his fifth beer, which he drank in rapid secession, they started seeing cabins, spread out and barely visible to each other. Johnny slowed the car down to a crawl as they peered out looking for the best spot. Rain had said something about finding an inhabited one a while back which was fine with Johnny, hopefully a sweet little house wife would be included.<br/><br/>Cabin #3546 had a garage and a Jeep sitting in the driveway, They all agreed this was the best of the lot, so Johnny pulled into the driveway and put it in park. The 30 something man that owned the place looked more like a corporate executive playing at being an outdoorsman than an actual survivalist. He'd was just finishing chopping wood when they'd pulled in, and now slung his ax over his shoulder to go see whom his unexpected visitors were. Another silhouette appeared in the cabin's window, some pretty little housewife just like Johnny had wanted.<br/><br/>"Alright girls...I will get the weekend warriors attention...you two go inside and make sure the dame doesn't call the cops..." Johnny said as he stepped out of the car, nodding to the flannel shirted cabin owner as the man walked up.<br/><br/>"Hello......hey can I help folks?" The camper said, feather back his 50 dollar haircut.<br/><br/>"Yeah...Me and my porn star girlfriends are lost, we were wondering if we could trouble you for some directions" Johnny said, his slickster charismatic smile wrapping up his cheeks. This was Mormon country after all and Johnny knew exactly how to catch the probable religious zealot off guard.<br/><br/>"Excuse me sir....We don't tolerate your sort of tras-" The church goer started to say as he walked right up on top of Johnny, trying his best to intimidate the leather coated interloper, but the butt of Johnny's gun did it's magic trick again, and the man found himself laying in the dirt before he knew what hit him.<br/><br/>"Don't move asshole!" Johnny snarled, pointing the revolver at the Mormon's head.