The bottle was opened and the glasses were being filled. Some people liked to drink it pure, but I preferred it with some orange juice. "And with the ...mpty bottle we are going to play truth or dare! " Carsten said. It didn't took us long to empty the bottle so the game could begin. " And remember, " Carsten said, " Nothing but the truth and who doesn't do the dare, is a loser! "Because it was Tim's birthday, he was the first one allowed to spin the bottle. Like always these kind of games start. ”“Because fucking your brother ISN’T stepping over the line?” Bethany asked with a smirk.“You know what I meant! Seriously, do you think I manipulated Kara to get her to sleep with me?”“I think it started that way, or at least you were trying to get her hot and bothered, even if you didn’t think she’d ever go through with it. Do YOU feel manipulated? After all, she had ulterior motives as well.”“Not really, no. And she and I talked about it before we actually made love.”Bethany laughed, “Let me. Fantastic!”She looked at me with a puzzled expression, but turned back and found the bird with the binoculars. It was too much to hope for that it’d move towards us, but that’s what it did. Sure enough, it was less than a quarter mile away when it plummeted down; amidst spray, and lifted away from the water, a struggling, substantial fish in its talons. We watched – Dora through the binoculars, I had to make do with my mod one eyeballs – as it reconfigured the fish for minimum air resistance,. She no longer wore cosmetics, dressed up, or left her house more than once a week. She was only about 5 foot tall, and I figured she was about 170 pounds, although it was hard to tell her weight or proportions since she was always wearing an overcoat or robe. Her snow white hair hung halfway down her back, but was rarely brushed. She had a terrific personality though, and I got along with her well for being three generations apart. Lately she seemed to be flirting with me, and slowly she.