There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the w...ood of the chest with leather straps wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it closed. "The greatest idea ever, that's what will be used. Just can't get on it yet, but it can be prepared." A grin spread across my face as I chose the pieces I wanted. Walking over to it, I adjusted the mount for. I know that is devious and absolutely downright demented thinking and the worst of it all was I going to catch one and take home with me in a bucket of water and use it on a woman! My fantasy was using it to pleasure my wife!The guide had ask me that morning just what in the hell was I loading that 5 gallon bucket into the boat for?I had told him it was so I could catch one of those swamp eels and take it home to cook and eat.He just told me they were damn good eating and just skin them, gut. What a chaos!Finally I sat on Mark's bed with Lena snuggled on my arm and read him astory. He'd probably already heard it a thousand times, because he alwaysknew what came next. Finally he dropped off. Oh man!I carried Lena to the couch and sat down carefully. In my arms she wascalm, but I didn't dare lay her someplace else.I was awakened by Mrs. Weber. "You both make such a sweet picture. You'regoing to be a terrific mother some day."What was I supposed to say to that? Nothing came to mind. I recognized this stance she had learned it from Mom who did it whenever she was upset. But in that moment what struck me was how this placement of her arms seemed to make my sister’s breasts bigger than I remembered. They were covered with her fuzzy pink sweater and seemed almost as big as Mom’s.“So?” she demanded, “were you in my room?”“No, why would I want to be in your room?” I lied.“Then what is this doing in my room,” she said as she held out my Cub Scout pocket knife. It was my prized.