<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Mason<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shack on a Lake, Living Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Garret<br/><hr/>As the e-mail popped, Sam right clicked the attachment to save as and prevent buffering. "I wonder what this is?" he asked, writing a quick message to give "Katie" directions and not thinking about the fact that she had probably just used a smartphone to film the clip he was saving. It could be said that "not thinking" was one of the construction worker's strong points. The film was finally loaded. "Ho-lee damn! Garret you gotta come check this out!" The same two girls that had been in the original e-mail were now smacking lips and fondling on his computer. "Damn, damn, damn, damn, these chicks are hawt!" he said excitedly adopting a rather hickish accent.  "Aaw!" Sam exclaimed when the video was finished "well I'm glad it stopped there though. Wouldn't want them to get shot by the air-marshal or anything for public indecency. Do they do that on planes? I heard that chick with the black hair from the trippy Matrix movies did some stripping and they didn't do nothing. Couldn't find the damn video though."