Pam had decided to leave her car and we would pick up Frank on the way. The logistics of all this were getting complicated. I grinned some more.It was...time to head out for dinner. The only change was Paul would meet us, too. Linda was working at CME and wanted in. Therefore, it was a large party that invaded the local fish house. The eight of us did make an interesting group since we men were all fairly nice looking and in reasonably good shape. The women were spectacular.Lisa and Linda were. Speaking English with a Germanic/Swiss accent, along with 'her'boyfriend, Horst. A ruggedly handsome young man, with blond hair closelycropped and a physique carved through many hours of weight training. Hecould have played the role of the bad guy in a Nazi war movie. The occult groupies in this town fawned over the two like old worldroyalty. 'Grand Druids' was a term I kept hearing whispered, wheneverthe pair were introduced to insiders. Mostly at our occult bookstoresponsored gatherings, just. .. Why don't you come by tomorrow?" We've got an afternoon game," I said. "It would have to be in the morning -- pretty early -- or else after the game." Why not come by and have dinner with us?" she said. "Is seven o'clock too early?" No, seven would work out. You can check in on the game on the tube, make certain nothing has delayed the finish, but seven should give me ample time after the game to get there." We'll look forward to it. All of us."We finished off the series with the Red Sox. The sun soon began to dry things out and with it our spirits rose. Even the fish seemed hungrier despite all the natural food that much have washed into the lake and made it harder for the fish to see. Obviously our finny prey were relying more on their sense of smell as they wolfed down our offerings helping fill the second ice chest/cooler. By lunch time we had more than enough for a real fish feast later that week. We decided to have a leisurely picnic lunch once the last of the fish were.