I stayed on the bed until I was certain he was down the hall and out of sight.My "go bag" was under the pedestal shelf for my 6 inch heels. It had a s...zable amount of cash and even a small .22 S&W for emergencies. I had a couple of bogus driver's licenses for names I had used before a long time ago. I looked at all the expensive clothes and shoes and sighed in frustration at not being able to take any of them.I dressed in jeans and a wool sweater with a hood to cover my face when I exited under. ”“I-I’m not sure what you mean,” she stammered, her big eyes widening further.“You’d normally jump at the chance to have one of your avatars keep me company; the fact that you didn’t is a dead giveaway that you’re upset about something and you’re avoiding me for some reason.” He paused half-way across the bridge and looked at the stricken purple girl. “I thought our date was amazing, but now I’m worried that I did something to offend you.”“You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise!” she blurted. Fathers Day Roast Story: #32 Copyright 2005 Written: June 12 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Mom? Jessica called out as she was coming down the stairs from her room wearing nothing more then a thin T-shirt and a pair of red silk panties, Yes dear her mother replied as Jessica entered the kitchen, Fathers day is coming up soon, what should I. My first cast of this trip was cast at a forty-five degree angle across and down stream. I made a long cast and bounced my fly against the far side of the riverbank. I allowed the fly to swing mid-stream before beginning my retrieve. I immediately felt the sudden pull of a salmon as he struck my fly, then nothing! Disappointed, but no less determined now that I knew there were fish in the pool, I continued fishing. I chalked my loss of my first salmon of the season to "buck fever". The excuse.