"If she's fine, then she can go again." They shoved her back into the friar. More screams and popping followed. When they pulled her up a second time,...the skin on her breasts was gone. It had crisped up and peeled off, leaving nothing but melting fat behind."Is she still fine?" the men asked Tony again.He shook his head. "Please let me take her to the hospital," he pleaded."I don’t think it'll matter much at this point," they argued. "You're better off just getting yourself a new one." I've. She called this her “slut horny”, when she was consumed with nothing but the thought of sex. Sure, they had made love that night when he returned from his trip, but it was sex for him, to please him. He controlled the pace and the climax, not her. She was satisfied, as she always was, but it left her wanting more. She wanted ‘scream out loud’ sex. The kind that produce those overpowering rush of adrenaline induced orgasms, that take the top of her head off and leave her body weak and numb. Sometimes she would pause and let Carlo fuck her as she held herself still above him. Carlo stroked her tits. Kirsten was feeling that sweet tension rise in her again that she loved. "Does it feel good, Kirsten? I'm not hurting you am I?" She shook her head and closed her eyes to show him she felt good. "You know how much I love fucking you, you little pregnant bitch? I've tried getting over you but I can't. I can remember every time. You know? When you called. The crews would smile and, "Let's get this show on the road." Two or three hours ... out in the middle of the lake, the storm would strike..."I'm Baaack!"The Lakes are warm compared to the Arctic's frigid southward flow. Added to it, a major front swept in from the southern plains. Warm water, cold air and massive winds combined to kill 19 ships, and stranded or wrecked 19 others.Should such a storm occur today, with a comparable volume of shipping, the monetary loss alone would exceed one.