He was carrying a huge bow, and a quiver of arrows on his back.He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod. "Robin Hood?" None other," the man i... green said, grinning. "You look very familiar. Are you not the son of one of my merry men?" No," the Skipper shook his head. "Not that I know of." Strange," Robin said. He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod. "Fishing? Is there no game in the forest?" Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you get here? Are you our. The blonde’s smile is tempered with a faint line of concern, as if this isn’t the way the script is supposed to read. When the beau congratulates the brunette, she sighs loudly, although whether to attract attention or comment on the shot is unclear. The brunette shoots again, and this time she uses force like an exclamation mark on an unspoken challenge. The crack of the white hitting the orange ball is hard, sharp, angry. The orange clunks as it hits the back of the pocket before dropping. "Now is that all you are going to eat?" Yes, I really try to watch what I put into my body these days." Watching the weight after all that crap last year?" he asked."That and the body is still healing. They tell me it will take a year before I can really fill my stomach to max. Something about acid in my esophagus. Anyway I have to eat small meals for a few more months. For me this place isn't about all you can eat, it's about the salad with plain pizza as bread sticks. I just can't find that. Her inner turmoil went from the guilt, to the likely consequences of such an act. Finally she decided. ‘Damn the consequences dammit! God knows, I could use a good fuck and some youthful energy booster right now!’ She deliberately dropped her pen and bent down to pick it, as she did, Roman’s eyes ogled her cleavage and she could see his erection grow for sure this time. She reached out and patted his bulge, and as he tried to reciprocate by reaching for her breasts, she stood up and walked.