She had not visited woodland for a thousand years, yet the scents and sounds were all immediately familiar to her, the chirping of insects and the sme...l of damp soil bringing old memories flooding back.She wanted to break loose, to dance through these woods and vanish between the trees, the wilds calling to her with an almost irresistible intensity that rang in her head like a bell.Those days were long over, however. With a heavy heart, she resisted the powerful urges, turning her attention to. " The bell’s chorus then rang throughout the school. Keith looked over to Christopher. "You ever need some one to hang with you’re welcome here." The rest of the day went by smooth, and as Christopher was walking home a familiar car drove past him and pulled over. Karen and her bumblebee mustang pulled to the side of the road, he jogged up along side her. The window rolled down. "Hey hun, how are ya? You wanna hang out? I was thinking about having our show on Sunday night, if that’s okay. I painted the inside of the window black and hung up six florescent light fixtures to illuminate the room nicely. I hung up four backdrops that I bought off a photographer friend that no longer used them. He highly recommended taking pictures in the great outdoors instead of cooped up inside. That was a very good idea but first I just had to get her nude for pictures in my house.About eleven-thirty there was a knock on my door. She was early. She said that she would need to be naked for about a. Her heart started to patter. He handed her the wipes when she sat down and asked, “Ever landed one that big before?” “Once,” she answered as she washed up. “Three or four pretty close over the years.” “You know how to handle a pole, that’s for sure. Most girls I’ve known have just been fumbling around trying to get it right.” Already suspicious that his earlier question had a double meaning, his tone and expression left little doubt that he wasn’t really talking about fishing this time. Caught.