Two weeks of nothing on TV about the mad restaurant rapist -- nothing on radio, nothing in the newspapers. Nothing. I went to dinner on a Thursday nig...t and waited for the cops to stand over my table. Nothing. All I could figure was that the woman had put her clothes back on and walked out of there without telling anyone -- which was insane, in my book!The next week, I went in on Tuesday afternoon; yeah, I had a death wish. A true sociopath would never have gone back there again, but I think I. However, that's when the whole business started to unravel.Melanie knocked on my door after supper. I let her in. "So, did you talk to her?" Yeah." And the bet's still on?" Mel, she was adamant about it. I'm sure she feels a lot better now, too, now that the Yankees evened the series up." Yeah, she does, but-well, I had a talk with her. And she has no intention of going through with it even if she loses." What?" She's not going to back out, mind you," Melanie explained. "She's got something. And I still cant believe I did. But at least I can protect myself. You never no what kind of perv would be lurkin around at 11:00pm at night. I was on the way home from work at my dojo, and it was a pretty long night. A sudden sound dragged me out of my thoughts. I turned around just in time to see a tall dark figure dodge into the shadow. So I played dumb and kept walking like I didn’t see him. Then I listened really hard and I could just here his footsteps. Then I pretended to look in my. Finally, I could take no more, as I felt my balls retracting up into their sack and then the mighty explosion of my semen rushing through my dick to hose the back of Carin's throat with my morning load of essential protein. At the same time, as I was painting her tonsils, Carin was in the throes of a huge gut wrenching cum that froze her body in a rectus of orgiastic bliss. That cum of hers drenched me in her sticky sweet fluids, which I truly loved and enjoyed drinking from her chalice..