On the tail were a couple of fishing chairs, but we never used them. I helped him stow several five gallon buckets of ice in a hold. On top of the fir...st two buckets, Don threw a couple of large butcher paper wrapped packages, which we buried in more ice.After we had pulled away from the dock a few hundred yards, Don cast out two lines and put the poles in holders. These were, he said, for dinner. He was trolling for snapper, mahi and sea bass. He handed me a rod, sporting a shiny artificial. " Yeah, but what did you talk about?" Well, we both found out we were going home to watch the same movie, so I asked him if he wanted to watch it with me and we spent most of the time talking about the movie." Most of the time, I liked that one."Yeah, but it's easier for girls."I looked over at Beth, remembering how shy she'd been, and how uneasy Cindy and Greg had been that first night at the café."Kevin," Beth responded. "It only looks easier to you guys. Believe me, girls are as nervous as. Robinson.The gorgeous teacher was fighting desperately to keep her composure, oblivious to her lab assistant. But then Gabrielle strode forward, putting her hands on Mrs. Robinson's face, turning her and then planting a fat kiss on her lips.Whoa, maybe I had idol worship mixed up with an infatuation.Mrs. Robinson kissed back with full force before backing away, shaking her head. "What's going on? I haven't felt this way since... since that boy in High School."She grabbed her own head, as if she. As she opened the door, she turned back to me again: steely eyes beneath a pinched brow, nostrils flaring, and a blush that would surely tell whomever was on the other side of the door exactly what we had been doing. And of course, it was all my fault. While Irene and the lady in the front office were yapping away, I pulled the tie back over my head and retrieved my coat from the floor. The panties were going in my bottom drawer when Irene opened the door, wisely leading the way into the room..