He told my how to grab the leader and pull the fish to the stern as my brother held the rod. Tom tagged the fish, but had me revive it before letting ...t go.Dad started back towards the marina while my brother and I put away the rods and tackle. Tom stayed in the cockpit with Eddie and I, teaching us about tackle care and making sure we rinsed everything off with freshwater. When everything was stowed away, we all went up to the bridge and sat down for the remainder of the ride back.Once the. It was one day away; she had already arranged to leave her job for an extended time. The route to Brookdale was planned, her passport was ready and sitting next to the small black case she had bought the day before. Becca had always been very thorough in whatever she did.The next morning she set out. Inside the black case was now everything she had been instructed to bring. The small assortment of skirts and dresses were light fabric and full, they would lift even if she twirled let alone if. .. as she had requested.That night, Mike finally got around to reading Ruthie's favorite book, "Pedro Paramo". It was one of the most depressing narratives he had ever read, but from the beginning he could see why the story had been so influential in Latin American literature. And to think, that no gringo, apart from the ones who made it three years into a Spanish major, had ever heard of the novel or its author Juan Rulfo.More importantly for Mike, by reading "Pedro Paramo", felt that Juan. If you're not gone when I get out I will hurt you. If you think I'm kidding you just keep your untalented ass where it is." How about I join you in the shower for a while?" the guy asked."If you try, you'll get hurt even sooner," she hissed. She was gratified when she realized she was still clothed. She still had on the same T-shirt she had slept in on Friday night. A quick feel told her she still wore her panties too.She thought that she might have kept from doing anything completely stupid –.