"Can't you stay for just a few more days darling?" mum asked, but I shook my head."It's what I do mum," I told her. "For some reason, I seem to be goo... at it, and I'm looking at setting up an office in Glasgow." Is there a girl up there?" Karen asked. "Because if there is, she's very, very lucky."There was a girl, but I didn't want to say too much about her because Danny's sister was only sixteen and even in spite of my involvement with Karen and my own mother, I knew that I was smitten with my. From the strength of fight, I was expecting to pull up something magisterial and shark-like. This fish wasn’t a looker, a bulbous face and dull complexion.“Is it good to eat?” I asked Frej dubiously.“Sure. Not the most popular fish around here, but it is a good meal. I’m sure Melissa can make something amazing out of it.”I grinned. He was probably right.We ended up with five good sized stripers and a few more togs before the cold of the night started to overwhelm us. Well, Sarah and Frej seemed. " He's built like his dad," Adam told them. "And he is as strong as an ox. I think, if I could use my reach, I might be able to take him. But if he got me down – hell, if he got his hands on me – it's be over for me quick." Please," Sarah said with a smirk. "I bet you outweigh him by 50 pounds."Adam tilted an eyebrow."I saw what I saw," he remarked. "Walt wouldn't be good in a boxing match, you know, trading punches. He would hurt you if he got you on the ground. I know Rachelle and Mary have. I held her panties up to my nose and said, “Maybe we should let your mother decide who gets them.”Bridget said, “You wouldn’t” in a snotty way.I said, “I want to fuck you.”Bridget snapped at me, “No fucking way in hell.”Just then we both heard her mother calling out, “Bridget it’s past your curfew.”Bridget looked at me holding her pants and her panties then she said, “Okay if you can cover for me.”I called out, “Mrs. Garrison, Bridget is over here helping me. I’ll send her home in a few minutes.