‘Raspberry preserves, Samantha,’ she corrected herself as she ran her hands through her now clean hair. She had to admit though that as bad as the...day had started out, things were not too bad now. Sylvia had been somewhat understanding about her getting lost and did not mind rescheduling overly much. What could have been a clothing disaster turned out for the best and she might even get a decent set of directions out of this guy. That is if he did not cut her up in to bite-sized pieces while. Mike, fisherman that he was, noted that they had an overhead light that shined into the water. That means baitfish, which means war on the trout. (Spotted Weakfish, for those who are unlucky enough not to have fished for them). When we arrived, it was a slack tide, just before change. Now anyone knows, that is not the time to wipe out trout divisions, so we settled inside at the bar (10 stools) and had an absolute angel serve us a beer, Actually she looked as beautiful as an Angel, but there. "Nope. Do you really want to know who?" YES!" she said."Her cousin and… her sister."Her mouth dropped open. "HO. LY. SHIT!" she exclaimed."OK, enough about how terrible of a person I am…" I said."OK, you've told me alot of sensitive stuff, so I'll tell you a secret," she said. "Daryl and I… are in an open relationship. For the same reason you did what you did, the only difference is he knows what I'm doing. And he likes it when I tell him about it, it's kind of a cuckold sort of situation. Time seemed to expand, like a rubber band being pulled taught from both ends. Michael had the feeling of being caught at the Nexus point, wondering at the impending shock to come when the tension became to great and the inevitable counter to this silence…ensued. There are sounds that you hear and cannot comprehend, the train like roar as a tornado passes just a bit too closely, the pounding of a breaking wave heard from beneath it, the all encompassing sensory input from within an avalanche..