Just at that moment, Biff shoved John, causing the rock to go flying in the bushes.
"You heard her, squirt," said Biff, "Fuck off."
Biff stepped up to Karyn, still bound by the torn strips of what used to be her top. Unceremoniously, he groped her breasts which, to John's horror, caused her to let out of deep gasp of pleasure. All she cared about in the entire world was Biff Meadows and here he was, ready to have his way with her.
"Karyn, listen -- "started John, but Biff's fist hit him right between the eyes and the world went black.
"That guy was getting annoying," laughed Biff, snapping the bra right off of Karyn's chest, "and you're getting wet."
She was. Suddenly the dampness in her crotch was unbearable. All the mattered in the universe was Biff touching her.
