I did not count the squirts, but I am sure there came some 12-14 altogether. I squirted so hard that most of it ended up on the tiled wall (good that ...he bathroom walls were tiled, easy to clean) and it slowly ran down and formed a big puddle on the floor, a number of large drops ended straight down on the floor. Became a bit scared again when I saw what happed to me….calmed down. I knew what had happened from talk with the buddies and the porn mags and the erotic stories in then, the white. There were a number of slots cut into the walls and covered by boards. He could tell they were there so that whoever was in the house could shoot out without exposing themselves. He whispered into the microphone that the FBI had given him, to report what he had seen. The soft answer in his earphone confirmed that his message was received.As he lay there, he suddenly realized that he had a problem. If these guys were as paranoid as they seemed, then they would probably station a man at exactly. Fed and clothed, he felt pretty good. Suddenly, he heard men yelling and a horn beeping repeatedly. He spun around to see what was going on. Behind him was a beat up red pick up truck. There were at least two men in the cab and more in the back. It had just turned into the alley. It was headed his way, the driver pounding on the horn. The men in the back were yelling and shaking their fists. He started running. His flip flop flew off his foot. A good 440 runner and sprinter, he had speed. "Wha... ?"Ike beamed and turned toward her, pointing the camera in her direction. To her amazement, Tricia saw her own image appear on the television screen."What is this... Ike... what on earth is going on?" It's a video tape machine, babe... come on in... why don't you get over there on the bed right in the middle like a good girl... I'm gonna set up this camera!"Tricia could tell from the excitement in her husband's voice that he cared little about what her reaction to this strange new.