Introducing themselves as Adam and Monica, their son Ben, and daughter Sara, we invited them in and went through the initial niceties. It turned out t...at Adam and Monica were arable farmers with over two thousand acres of fine-draining land. Adam’s family had been farmers here for over 150 years and he was hopeful that Ben and Sara would take over as the next generation. Adam, a fine-looking lad of 16, was already at agricultural college in the next town and according to Monica, 12 year-old. I sat on the chair and beckoned her to assume the postion over my knee. Her hands reached back to cover herself so I trapped one arm behind my knee and bent the other up her back. I rubbed those cheeks they were red hot and glowing. Ten only I thought , will have to make them count. She must have been biting her lip as she never uttered a sound until the sixth one and then she let loose, kicking her legs, trying to struggle out of my grasp. The next four were very hard and I could see swellings. Back inside ... find the ladder ... open the bay door. Hmm. Screw Driver? Nut Driver ... yes. The tool box was gone. It’s at the house. Fuck it ... later. I’m already sweating in this wetsuit.Don’t leave the ladder. Shut the bay door. Back in the Avocado I located the 6 inch dredge. It’s on wheels ... a cart. When? ... Came with it. The Yanmar, pump, dive compressor and hoses were winterized when I put them away.Rolling the cart out to where I could pick the dredge up with the hook, I checked. I waded in and went over to her. She smiled. We went deeper, up to our necks now. Liv put her hands around my neck and wrapped her legs around me. We just floated around like that, enjoying this. She smiled again, the moon reflecting in her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in and put her lips to mine. She pulled away, ‘That was for saving me today. And these-‘ she kissed me again, ‘Are. For. All. You. Do. For. Me. As. My. Boyfriend,’ she finished, having kissed me between each word. ‘This is so.