Even Jason couldn't help but chuckle at Big Bob's predicament. It was like the big man was caught in the tight space of the van with a wild cat. Korah kept kicking and scratching her Indian assailant as he sought desperately to wrap his arms around Korah. He cursed and flailed defensively at his attacker.


Big Bob kept pushing and grabbing until he finally got hold of one of Korah's arms. He held on and twisted.


" GET DOWN ! Faces down on the ground girls. The show's over ! " Jason didn't want the other girls getting any ideas from Korah's struggle. He yelled and menaced the four with his pistol. On their tummies, faces in the dirt, the bitches couldn't see Korah's struggle. When Big Bob finally subdued Korah he'd make an example of her that would cool any thoughts of the other girl's to resist.