“Nah, I only fished twice since last summer, believe it or not. Busy year.”I soon pulled in a second fish, glancing at her as I dropped it into my... pail. “Are you all right? You’re not fishing.”“I just didn’t expect to see you.”Why are all the girls in Montauk saying that to me?“I can leave,” I offered.“That’s not what I meant.”“So why are you surprised to see me?”“Well, seeing as how you’re back together with Julie,” she said. Was there a slight twinge of envy in her tone? It was probably just. .” “But he still had his pants on?” “Oh yeah.” “And still zipped up?” “Uh huh.” Ashley mellowed a little, remembering what she had been doing with Jarrad and wishing it had been Brad. She got real quiet. “Could you feel his cock through his pants?” “Oh yeah, and I don't think he was wearing any underwear so it was almost like he wasn't wearing anything.” “Was it hard?” “And throbbing too.” Jill's eyes lit up. “The way he was kissing my breasts...” Ashley went wide-eyed. “...I mean not really. And as she sucked on his fingers, trying to hold on to them, he slid them from her mouth.“Nooooo,” she internally cried in anguish, knowing not to make a sound like that, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. Donald just smiled down at her, then leaned and kissed her forehead, his lips burning into her, and said, “That’s enough for you right now. Just nap for a bit, and perhaps we can move on in a little while." He returned the stick to the dresser, so far out of her reach. He turned. "Well, at least it wasn't somebody ugly," she said and took him out on the dance floor. Just before they started to dance, she told him, "Put that damned thing away and if you ever pull that kind of shit again, I'm going to cut it off."That's what you might call the background for what happened the next day.I had big worries of my own. I was worried about losing my farm. I owed almost a hundred and fifty thousand dollars on a high-interest loan that was due that afternoon. The banker, Harold.