Nothing. Then I saw him: A figure in a black wet suit, creeping toward the water, with a gun.I crept along behind him. I wondered if it was the S.O.B....who had shot me, or maybe the guy I had gotten the drop on in Florida. No matter. I took careful aim at his back, from about twenty feet."All right," I shouted above the storm. "Move slowly and drop the weapon, and I won't have to shoot."He began to turn, and put the weapon on the sand."That's right," I heard from behind me. "Move slowly and drop. "And I'll have the Dutch Apple Pie ala mode. Vanilla Ice-Cream please." Dutch Apple Pie is my favorite." said Tina.Then she was gone to get their desserts. She warmed the pie in the microwave then added the Ice-Cream to each plate. She put both on a tray and brought them out with a can of Reddi-Whip. "Whipped cream for anyone?" Tina asked."Please." they both said at the same time.Tina giggled at their response. She was still flirting with Tommy as she sprayed a prodigious amount of whipped. I made the call and was informed that did have a few vacant rooms and I reserved one on the lower level with the patio facing the lake.I got back in my car and she followed me around to the lodge. I went inside and registered and when I went back to Nikki's car she was in the trunk. She had a small bag that she handed to me and said, "I think you will like this." Then she grabbed another bag that had a bottle of vodka and another bottle of mix and a couple of lemons. We walked quickly to. She taught just the kind of coursework only required of the poor saps that were English majors. She was also somewhat of an athlete herself back in the day, soccer before it became the American standard that it is today. It was the perfect sport for girls at a time before Title 9 when they were woefully underfunde - all that was needed was a pair of 2x4 framed goals and a ball. Oh how the handsome boys who would hang around as "fans", hoping to score with a pretty toned cutie on the team. And.