We had been running together, the four of us, for about six months when we met 'our wives'. We had all been very single and enjoying ourselves very mu...h, thank you. None of us had ever hooked a fish that we had even remotely considered a keeper before. This was now about to change.We had gone to a really nice Italian restaurant on North Beach to semi-celebrate. Rob had finally set a date to file our IPO and Marty's firm was handling all of the underwriting. Things were looking like a slam dunk. He’d bought a new car in August, a 2019 Honda Accord, which as a senior; he was allowed to park at school. He insisted Rebecca go with him; he refused to let her ride the bus by herself and be ridiculed.“I hate being 15,” she sulked.Distracted by a text he shouldn’t be reading behind the wheel, he answered, “What?”She slapped his hand and tried to grab the phone. “You’re gonna kill us, Robbie—stop it!”He laughed, batting away her hands. “Behave! What do you mean, you hate being 15?”She glared. She had planned to remain silent, but now she was afraid that someone else had come into the house. ‘Paul? Is that you?’ There was no answer. Instead someone touched her. It was a very soft touch, but someone definitely touched her. Hands slid along the inside of her legs. They stroked her breasts and lightly tweaked her nipples. They ran a spiral path between the lights across her tummy, around to her back, and then to the front where fingertips danced across the front of her pubic mound.. When I reached the blind, I climbed up the ladder and settled in. I took out my camera and sat on the bench to wait for something to photograph.About two hours later, I watched a doe, and two fawns come out from the tree line. They grazed in the food plot while I shot pictures of them. The doe kept her head up, looking around and sniffing the air between bites. With the wind to my back, I knew she couldn’t smell me.I watched the three deer meander toward the stream. They stood at the edge.