“Make Danielle feel welcome while she’s here, will you Frank?” Pat Hockett implored as she gathered her things together.
“I feel awkward, hon. I know she’s your sister, but I haven’t spent more than an hour with her my entire life. I don’t know anything about her,” Frank said as he selected several dry flies and put them in a plastic box. He took up his fly rod and kissed his wife on the lips. “Have fun in Sterling today. Do you remember which shells I wanted?”
“20 gauge, number 3 buck,” Pat said awkwardly.
“Great,” he said enthusiastically. See you tonight,” he said, heading for the stream behind their cabin. He heard the Land Rover start up as Pat went off shopping. She would have a good day, but Danielle should have gone along. He didn’t want to babysit her. The trout would be biting on an overcast day such as this. Hell, she had gone for a walk, when she heard about their plans. The chances were she would meet Pat down the road and ride along after all.
Frank flicked his rod experimentally as he neared the stream. He looked up and stopped in shock. He had found Danielle. Boy had he found her. She was naked, except for a fishnet bodysuit. She had a plastic dildo in her mouth, sucking it as if it were a cock. Read the rest of this entry »