You just find someplace comfortable, and watch the world go by. Best if you look like you belong there, and if you keep still, the locals soon become ...used to your presence. Even human locals, as contrasted with local wildlife. When #2 was on mission, he was as good as it gets. It was only when the mission was being planned that he felt insecure and uncertain. Once the mission was defined, he was steady and true.He had spent the last ten hours, since eight thirty that morning in the park.. Her poor timing interrupted an erotic moment that both of us were not so willing to abandon. Without much protest however, Brad straightened up and moved over to the side to exchange places with her while giving me a nice view of the slight tenting of the front of his shorts caused by his arousal. I thought I even noticed a small area where a bit of pre-cum had moistened the material. In order to continue the passion of the moment, I widened my legs slightly, so little. She scrambled for a pad of paper and started scribbling things down. “If you’ll have me. Jon was very specific that I should work with the director for one of the shows and I’m not going to miss the musical if I can help it.” Bolstered by his success with Victor Victoria, Dan Richardson had chosen to do A Little Night Music at the Rep this year. I was back on SCU’s stage for Lear. Jon was moving all the way to farce for the first show of the year—two one acts called The White Liars and Black. No one ever said humans were smart, thought Bronson, but he hadn't gotten where he was by taking them for granted. Maybe the humans were going to fish for crappie. But that didn't seem likely. Even the dumb, if passionate, Paula (the Perch), wouldn't be nibbling in this heat, at least not on food. Bronson was certain there could be no greater calling in life than to be a bass, especially a big bull bass. However, except for an occasional brief, and exhausting, leap out of water, being a bass.