"So we're even," I told him. "Now why don't you cut the crap - I think I am repeating myself here - and tell me, please, what this is all about."Maybe...it was the 'please' that did it, maybe he was tired of the comic routine he was running for me, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom because his digestive system had worked too well, or not at all, or maybe he felt sorry for me. "I'll spell it out for you, but please don't interrupt me. I hope we are agreed on that. No, don't say anything, just. I wouldn’t let him in and he kicks the door down. Not open, Terry, down, and flattens me in the bargain. I got thirty-two stitches from glass fragments. Terry, I ended up killing this guy because he got my gun and tried to shoot me.”Terry gasped but was otherwise silent. Wisecracking Terry going quiet is a big deal.“I want to know if that is how they do business and, if so, I am going to sue them out of existence. If it is just some bad apples, well, I realized I might actually need more. Lorrie, Marcy and Jenny had the honors of giving the interview about the relief flight. I watched the boys while they were gone.Channel 34 owner Carleton Page had resisted efforts to be taken over by the big communications giants in Washington and New York for years.They now knew there was a direct link to JBG through Hanna and the pressure was on to sell again. Hanna Page was his only grandchild; her dream was to run her granddad’s station.Carleton Page knew he would be out of a job and the. I really enjoyed my view when I looked back at him. His tall muscular body, his abs, and especially his monstrous dick waving back and forth with each step he took. When we reached the bathroom, I turned to face Ben. He put his arms around me and we kissed. Our tongues swirled around each others. It was a passionate kiss that started to make my pussy wet again.He leaned over and turned the shower on. We were holding each others naked bodies closely.I slid up on to the sink and grabbed Ben's big.