Eddie knew better than to push about the subject of girls and boys. He knew that my mom would get mad at him so he didn't say anymore about me going f...shing for the rest of the conversation. When Cindy said she'd like to try fishing, Eddie gave her a look and smiled."I'll teach you how to fish, Cindy. I even have an extra rod and reel," Eddie said."We should all go to the lake someday," Kevin said. "I'll teach you to fish, Jen."Kevin and Cindy left to go home. Eddie and I stayed out by the pool. He slid them over her shapely butt as slowly as possible, enjoying every second of it. She clenched her eyes again and whined. “Hurry up.”“Are you that hot?” he teased her. As soon as they were down far enough she sat back down and lifted her legs so he could pull them off the rest of the way.She was still glaring at him. He dared claim she was letting him strip her because she was hot. She was letting him because it would feel weird to stop now. As he already said, it was a little too late to. From a distance Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia, and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards the landing-place, he met his companions with an assurance that, although considerably better than when they quitted him, he still suffered acutely from his late accident. He then inquired how they had fared in their trip. To this question the smugglers replied that, although successful in landing their cargo in safety, they had scarcely done so when they received. From the canyon, I looked down on a small village. We had done it. I could tell that this was Hole-in-the-Wall.I turned to the group and said, "This is it. That town must be Fry. We've done it!"We pulled our costumes out of our 20th century gym bags and got ready to join the Wild West. It was then that I remembered what we'd forgotten. Water. We must either go into town for water or go straight back to our own time.We looked as clueless as we felt. I just hoped no one had the sense to ask us.