’ I turned my head tosee who she was talking about – after all; there was justPriscilla and me. Then I heard Priscilla say `I used to know... Marcie Green. She was a Financial Major at Harvardwhen I was doing some research there.’ I don’t know whowas more surprised – Priscilla or me – when the womangiggled `that’s little ol’ me.’ This woman looked like thestereotyped teenage boy’s fantasy woman and Priscillaremembered her as being. Fun began reeling it in. I grabbed the big gaff and was read to bring in up quickly.Son of a gun, it was a hug gag grouper. This fish was probably fifty years old, maybe even more but it was huge. We didn't bring it up from so deep that the depth change would kill it so I hung on to the side of the boat on the diving platform and reached down with my pliers and pulled the big hook free. After handing the pliers up to Fun, I rubbed the fish's side hoping it would realize it could leave. The big. Just as a diversion he showed Trevor around hisnew home. Unfortunately, one of the first things they saw was the laundryroom off the kitchen. The blood stained bed linens were lying in thehamper. Martin did not care how costly the linens were. He picked themup, and stuffed them into the garbage can standing in the driveway just outside the mud room door. He didn't want his mother ever to see them again.When he was done disposing of the bloody sheets, Martin took Trevorupstairs. There were. Once again he found himself wrestling with his thoughts. Is this girl trying to seduce him, or is he just being a pervert and misinterpreting her innocent teenage actions. Either way, it was trouble for him. The sight of her perfect young butt instantly gave rise to his shorts, and he had to sit with the paper for a moment to let it subside. But the more he thought about it, the harder it got, and he was praying Stephanie wouldn’t come back in the room for a few more minutes.Back in the.