And, if you really wanna make me feel good. Lick it all around the head, pretend it's an ice cream cone." She pulled away giggling. "It does remind me...of one of those frozen orange pushup thingy's I buy from the ice cream truck." She began doing as he asked, running her warm pink tongue around its head, then down the shaft. She kept her green eyes looking up at him, watching his reaction. His body shivered, his butt cheeks clinched. Giggle. "Mmm...the way your acting. I guess I'm doing it. Till they bleed. Composing herself for a moment she wedgedher body to use both arms and legs against her prison. With an unnaturalstrength added with the power of desperation she opened the casket andmoled her way to the surface.A red and white-checkered tablecloth lay across a grave. A young couplesits on the grass on either side of the tablecloth."See Pam now that the Slayer is dead we can have these nice romanticpicnics any night," the young man said.The faces of the couple take on a demonic. The girl now feeling not only her sheer terror but also the humiliation as well lowers her eyes and stares at the floor as he continues to inspect her. Her breath ragged, her face stinging and bruised from Guthrie's vicious backhanded slaps, her side and hip burning from the abrasive contact with the hard floor, arms aching from having been so brutally yanked, she tries to whisper a plea for mercy, that is cut short by his hand at her throat squeezing slightly. "Don't make it harder on. "Maybe we'll get to run together in the fall," she said. "We'll have to get our heads together and make some plans for winter. We probably ought to be thinking about reserving a bareboat before too much longer, though." I think we can wait until we switch back to the fall schedule," Michelle replied. "I mean, if we can't get the Phoebe Lee on the schedule we want, there are other boats and other places to go." I'll kick it around with Crystal," Scooter nodded. "We can pass notes back and forth.