Colin dumped out the cold coffee and filled it fresh. Colin lit acigarette and stared out the French doors, he seemed lost with a farawaylook in his e...yes. Turning quickly Colin placed the coffee on the counter,picking up a paring knife he walked purposely into the front room.Chapter 7: The Bet"Here we go," Carrie said in anticipation.Barbara quickly enabled the option to record, "I started the recording, andwe should be able to keep a running track of his progress."The tension in the room grew. Needless to say the rest of the "interview" was a riot as Craig wasasking her questions like what she did for a living and will she go onto write a book about her life. I laughed harder than I ever didwatching her still freaked about the fact that a CNN reporter and crewwere on her front door. My laughter had awoken my girlfriend and Ichanged the channel just as Craig was getting the camera crew to takeshots of her cats."Man I wish I was DVRing this to watch later," I said as I greeted mynow. He pulled her up by her ponytail again and, gripping her nipples said, “Tell me what you want, Cassie.” “I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone, Dr. Miller. Make me scream,” she pleaded. Without warning, still in a standing position, he began to slowly thrust inside of Cassie again. She nearly toppled over, but regained balance just in time. Dr. Miller watched her tits bounce up and down and saw the ecstasy in her eyes. He gradually began fucking her harder than before, but still. Since I didn't want to learn how to sail to get to Germany, France or Spain I changed my filter to keep it local. The National Park Service maintained a cave within a middlin' sized park near the Alabama/Tennessee border. The place was calld Russell Cave and had been home to various wandering woodland indian families going back over ten thousand years, if the experts had it right. Since the photocopiers were down for the count I traced out a map using good old onionskin paper. It appeared that.