"Heh heh," chuckled Miles O'Toole as he sipped his coffee and watched his plasma screen tv.
On the big screen, he watched the midday news unfold with the taped rescue of you from your precarious perch hanging by your jockstrap from a tree branch. The newscaster described how the young delivery man was forced off the road by another driver. Then they cut to a live interview.
The young reporter looked seriously at you, and asked, "Do you have any idea why that driver forced you off the road?"
"No. I'm only grateful that my lucky jockstrap saved me from falling to my death, and that my company had a video recording system installed in the truck."
Cut to the reporter outside the hospital.
"The police have just released footage from the video camera, and they believe they have identified the driver."
Cut to footage of a curving highway, suddenly a black four-by-four truck with the license plate number: MOTOOL. Miles leaned forward, and stared. That was his truck! The tv then zoomed in on the driver's side windshield and computer enhanced the image. Miles recognized his own face with a maniacal expression bearing down on the delivery truck.
"Police have identified the driver as Miles O'Toole..."
A loud knock on the door caused Miles to mute the TV, and stumble toward the front door. A policeman stood on his front step as a couple news vans pulled up in front of his house.
"Miles O'Toole?" asked the officer. His tongue ran across his teeth getting any stray droplets of your cum. He was ready to defend your honor and proscecute this homicidal driver.