"Fer brown trout, I've had better luck with garlic-scented lures--these little rubber doolies are pretty good." A course," he said with a conspiratori...al grin, "This here lure is m'favorite."He pointed to a shiny silver lure hanging behind the counter. "HYPNOLURE" was written across the cardboard backing, the O filled with a black and white spiral. A cartoon fish was staring at the thing with similar spirals in its eyes. 'Fish Can't Resist It!' claimed the packaging. There was a $40 price. She realized she was a married woman. She pushed me away. The following days were hard.There was not much talk between us. She barely even looked up in my eyes. It was hard for me too. I apologized to her in the following nights. Even fell on her feet. She picked me up. Telling that she was sorry too if she gave me that kind of impression. She had been sexually frustrated.She didn’t mean it to happen. My confession to her that I love her in between my apologies shook her. She never wanted any. .. I want to believe you, but...” She sniffled again and wiped tears from her wet cheeks.“Is that what this is about?” Mom asked, giving her patient a tender look. She reached over and rubbed her thumb under Laura’s eye, wiping the spot clean, then let her hand rest against the girl’s cheek. “I should’ve thought about that after seeing your history. There we go. How’s that?”Laura froze. Her eyes bulged as she stared at Mom. “Am I ... Are ... Are you real?” she whispered.Mom pinched the girl’s. "Here, let me open your shirt up, lay down and relax, the dizziness will pass in a few minutes". Linda is kind of confused about why he had to open her shirt, but didn't mind too much …. The whole room is spinning, and she just lays face down on his bed. He sits beside her and starts to massage her neck and shoulders."hmmmm …" is all that Linda can say as his magic fingers seem to know exactly how to make her shoulders melt. Slowly he moves down the back, massaging every inch in every.