I can talk to him. Am I having a good time? Yes, I am. But, I'll bet he doesn't hit very well. It's okay, he won't last long.They warmed up, and then ...egan some serious hitting. As she was dancing around on the baseline, he hit an easy waist high ball to her forehand. Her intended kill went straight into the net. Dammit! He probably thinks that's my best.Then her power backhand went into the net. Shit! I don't believe this. This is not me."Why don't you just hold the ball in your hand and hit. I did raise a few fish later that evening, but no takers. To plagiarize one famous quote, I thought: "Better two fish hooked and lost than no fish hooked at all!" That night the thought of not having a good nights sleep was definitely not in question! I set the clock for a five a.m. wake-up call! Within minutes we were both asleep.The next morning I awoke and left for the river, leaving Virginia fast asleep. The plan was for me to fish till ten a.m. come back to the lodge and we would have. As the sun was setting she found herself, quite unusually, alone in the house. Ella had asked to borrow Marie and Jane to serve drinks at a party she was having, and Jessica had agreed while declining to attend herself. Jessica knew this particular crowd of Ella’s friends, and while they would no doubt think themselves wild and daring to be served by “slave girls” in lingerie, they were at heart uptight and boring and nothing really interesting would happen at the party.Instead, Jessica had. They rode in silence.Curtis began to climb over the back of his seat into the back section.“I’m hungry,” he advised Titus.“Well, I’m runnin’ late and knew we couldn’t stop for lunch so I got a couple of sandwiches at Subway and some sodas. There’s a meatball and a turkey and Swiss cheese. Take the one you want and hand me the other. If you gotta piss I’ll just pull over.”“Yeah. Do it.”Titus pulled the semi off at the next exit and pulled over to the side of the road. Curtis climbed out and.