"Close your eyes, my darling."I closed my eyes. He tugged on the narrow side band of my panties and cut them away from my body with his small manicure...scissors. My eyes popped open with a squawk as I shuddered, arching back away from him. I was afraid he would hurt me. My dodge made me lose balance. I was falling backward into the half-filled tub. He leaned forward, catching my shoulders pulling me back toward him. He shook his head slowly. His face was a mask of disappointment, "You don't. Both of them had tanned, toned bodies. He was forty years old standing six feet tall at one hundred and sixty pounds with short black hair and brown eyes. She was thirty five years old, standing five feet eleven inches tall at one hundred and forty pounds with medium length red hair, green eyes. We introduced ourselves, paid for the canoe, and were told to put our stuff in the van as the other customers did. We couldn't help notice that they seemed to be checking us over. Once outside we. ‘Either. They are both owned by the same guy so the food is the same.’ I took us to the one furthest from the bridge. It was early enough we could choose our table. We ordered sweet tea and looked at our menus. ‘What is good here?’ she asked. ‘I don’t know, this is my first time in this restaurant. I am going to order the grilled mahi-mahi and shrimp, it fits my diet.’ ‘I am going to cheat on mine, I want the same thing except fried.’ ‘You are a risk taker.’ ‘Only at the oddest times,’ she. “Aight.” Tre took a sip of the cognac. “What you runnin’ away from?”“Just crazy stuff, bro! Like I was in foster care for a while. Then I got adopted by some religious old farts. They tried to give me back when I was 12 cause I was rebelling against their bullshit. I ended up getting re-homed to some other cuckoo bitch a few hours from here. She was one of those snake handler kinda folks, ya know?!?”“Damn, she was crazy,” Tre doubled over.“Very,” confirmed the brown-eyed waif. “She had the long.