Roger was an experienced fisherman, even having been to New Zealand to fly fish. He fought the fish until it was tired. As he brought it in he knew th... fight was over. He gave the reel to Chelsea and had her bring it in so she would have "caught" the fish. Mike had the net and put it under the salmon. And bingo, Chelsea caught a nice eight pound salmon. She and Tami bounced up and down clapping and yelling as Mike put the fish in a creel and lowered it into the stream.Tami was no longer tired. That, at least got me someinterviews. But things didn't help much. Crystal lookedbeautiful, but she was just one facial type. I had to prove Icould make-over women no matter what they looked like."I think I would have given up my dreams had my car not brokendown and I had to have Christopher borrow a friend's car to pickme up."Crystal giggled, and began to recite the story where Mary Annleft off. "So there I was, sitting in this office, listening tosome gay beauty parlor owner tell Mom why he. "Fuck... my ass???" she asked, incredulously."Yeah. A good ass-fuck will put me to sleep nicely. Then you can wake me up tomorrow morning with a blow job, and then maybe I'll fuck that pussy of yours."Kara had never been spoken to like this before. She was shocked that anybody would be so bold to just assume that she could be ordered to do those perverted things.As Bugs Bunny would say, she didn't know me very well.I could see a lot of emotions going through Kara's face. This is one of the joys. I have been extremely busy here as of late so I havent been able to write much. I am currently working on the next installment of The Goth and three other series that I think you will enjoy. However I have been given some stories from a friend of mine that wants to know what you think. Here is the first one. Welcome Home. She waits, standing on the balcony looking out at the view of the mountains in which she lives, the negligee she wore, thin almost sheer white silk, open on both sides, held.