Maybe that would be a good spot?I felt around in the muck. The water was deep here, but my arms were solong now. Yes, there was a hole. Did they live ...in holes? I didn't know,but the hole didn't feel natural. Whatever it was, even if it wasn't afish, maybe I could ea-"SHIT" I bellowed in my scratchy, deep, she-troll voice. I yanked myhand out of the hole. I could feel the weight of something being draggedwith it, as well as a lance of fire in what felt like my ring finger. IfI even counted as. "Victoria turned towards him with fire in her eyes and then saw his direct and compelling gaze. She gulped."Sorry, Mark," she said softly. "I was being unnecessary."Mark smiled and nodded. "Yes," he said. "There's no need to be."She looked at him. Her throat constricted. She was unable to say anything and merely nodded. She fumbled embarrassedly with the ignition key and started her car."Right!" she said. "I'll find the first place but you're going to have to do the map-reading after that.". Charlie and Jason arrived just after midday, visiting us for the first time since we'd moved house. Their three kids got along well enough with our own pair, and we'd gone for a pleasant walk in the idyllic valley nearby. The kids had romped happily in a stream for an hour or so, getting soaked in the process. Elizabeth and Charlie had watched them while Jason and I strolled to a nearby pub for a pint. The weather was glorious, with not a cloud to be seen. All of us were wearing shorts and. He looked just like a surfer. His friend David was a little taller and had a very muscular build. His head was shaved and his eyes were almost the color of coal. She looked at David's hand. A few years ago a friend had told her that you could get a rough idea of what a guy's cock looked like by looking at his thumb. Maggie knew it was true in the case of Aaron. He had long thin thumbs, just like his cock. David's thumbs were nearly as long, and much thicker. The thought of how his cock would be.