Their two cups of water rippled sensually. Ian shuddered, imagining what he'd do to Alan. By instinct, he began to lean toward the paleontologist's lap, before the other man's voice brought him out of his sex trance.
"Where does he think he's going?" wondered Alan out loud.
South, thought Ian, trying to meet his eyes. "When you gotta go, you gotta go," he said. "South."
Alan didn't hear him. There was a particularly loud thunderclap, and Alan's attention was drawn to their right, where a great, moist beast pressed itself against the dead electric fence until the wires were as taut as Ian's jeans.
The T-Rex insisted against the wires, and for a moment Ian thought the slick monster wouldn't penetrate the barrier. Then the wires started snapping. Despite himself, Ian felt a release, as if he'd wanted the creature to break through.
It lunged through the gap in the broken fence and roared a primitive, passionate roar. In a moment it had nudged the other car onto its back and began nipping vigorously at the vehicle's undercarriage. Faintly Ian heard screaming from the overturned and helpless automobile, but he was taken by the sight of the predator pushing the car gently, yet firmly, into the mud- having its way with it all the while.
In the meantime, Alan had reached into the backseat and now grasped a long cylinder in his hand. Bursting from the car, he struck the flare, and it erupted like Ian's erection begged to. The paleontologist began to wave and scream at the beast, and it roused itself from the innards of the car ahead to look at him. To Ian's horror, Alan threw the flare deep into the woods, where the animal had come from. The T-Rex waved its thick tail and began to follow it.
Thinking quickly, Ian grasped a flare from the backseat as well, and kicked the door open. He began to wave his own flare around, crying out for the voluptuous beast to return. Alan looked on in anger and possibly jealousy as the beast turned from the forest and began to strut towards Ian...