<strong>Meanwhile back in the Living Room</strong><br/><br/>The cheers echoed down the hall.<br/><br/>“Thanks, rag head” Vern said as he spit out the beer cap then put the stout to his lips.<br/><br/>He tipped up the bottle drinking deeply. An impressive belch followed.<br/><br/>Moussad watched the cap bounce off the floor and hit the trash bin before asking, “Why we watched another game?  You hate dah Baggies.”<br/><br/>Vern grunted in exasperation. “Who got the beer?”<br/><br/>“I got to you.” Moussad said eyeing the six pack on the table that was short one beer. “You want more already?”<br/><br/>“Shut up and listen there’s a lesson here,” Vern growled.<br/><br/>“Okay, you splain.” Moussad replied always ready to learn more about these strange customs.<br/><br/>“Who’s sittin next to me?” Vern asked.<br/><br/>Moussad blinked just in case he missed something. “You thinking maybe Is somebodies sit next at you Vern? Cause I not see no anything on couch but you.”<br/><br/>Vern suddenly pointed at Moussad, “Pay attention there’s a pop quiz. Who’s sitting in your lap now?”<br/><br/>Moussad took a step back. Vern was asking strange questions. Questions only the seriously insane asked but usually not to people around them. So it was with caution that Moussad answered.<br/><br/>“I am stand on my legs, Vern. You sure you feel okay?”<br/><br/>“Exactly,” Vern hissed. “Where are the sluts?”<br/><br/>“Here.”<br/><br/>“Here?”<br/><br/>“Yes, here. In dah house.”<br/><br/>“How do you know?” Vern asked as he tossed the empty bottle in the trash bin.<br/><br/>Moussad held out another one in Vern‘s direction. Probably a friendly gesture more than to put something between the two of them. Moussad loved a good fight. Vern was that kind of fight.<br/><br/>“My brother, that one, wired the place exits. It is … hmmm… Azer I tink.”<br/><br/>“Azer?” Vern asked his forehead wrinkled like a sharpei in confusion.<br/><br/>“yes yes.. Red line… Crossing it make terrible alarm, screaming like eagles in hen house.”<br/><br/>“Red line… You mean Lazar? That red line?” Vern asked sucked into the puzzle too deep to get out by stopping.<br/><br/>“Yes like that one!  I show you!!” Moussad announced and took the remote control in his hand.<br/><br/>Three clicks and he had two small window in the corners of the Big Screen. One was the living room and the other the bed room.<br/><br/>“You’ve got monitors INSIDE this place?” Vern said.<br/><br/>“My idea,” Moussad said and pressed the remote.<br/><br/>The bathroom popped up. It was a small window view. A view from above, a head shot. It was complete with the tub.<br/><br/>“See girls!” Moussad reported.<br/><br/>“Holy fuck, can you get closer?”<br/><br/>They both stared. Moussad resized the bathroom shot. It filled the screen.  Then they really stared while the game blared in the speakers.<br/><br/>“Day sluts are very bad I think.”<br/><br/>“The monitor. Is it recording?” Vern asked.<br/><br/>“Yes, yes… on what they call… Ray of Blueness.” Moussad said adjusting the color.<br/><br/>“Blue Ray… you’ve got them on Blue Ray?”<br/><br/>“Oh yes… Look!  You bitch, she is moan without you?”<br/><br/>“We need to make copies.”<br/><br/>“What you think, Vern?”<br/><br/>“We‘re gonna be rich.”<br/><br/>“Oh rich. We go now and beat them yes?”<br/><br/>“Oh hell no!! Let’s watch, then we’ll beat and fuck ‘em.”<br/><br/>“My stallion aches to couple with Madforson.” Moussad said stroking the raging hard on throbbing in his pants.<br/><br/>“Shit!” Vern said, “ We need to film that. Your little bitch taking horse cock. That would be the mother load?”<br/><br/>Moussad sighed and put the bottle in Vern mitt. “For the fever in you head.”<br/><br/>“Thanks.” Vern grunted as he stroked his cock.<br/><br/>Both men on their feet, pants disguarded on the floor as the crowd in the stands cheered wildly over the speakers. Bellowing animals sounds echoed down the hallway mixing with the cheers and shouts. The game playing in the background as the two watched the action in the bathroom on the big screen.<br/><br/>“Thank Allah for webcam,” Moussad replied between gulps of air.<br/><br/>