That way if the fish weren't biting we could just ignore our rods and get otherwise distracted.The lake was one of my "secret places" a secluded lake ...which most people ignored because it was hard to get to and it didn't look big enough to have any good sized northern. We arrived to an empty lake and I launched the boat and headed out to a good spot and let down the anchor. I gave her a fishing rod and set it up with one of the big sucker minnows on a hook. The minnows were about six inches long. ‘If this is not a convenient time,’ I remarked, ‘Perhaps we can meet either before or after the next Society meeting next week. I really do want to meet with you to see how we can work together, my company and the Society and with the hospital.’ She scribbled something on her business card and said, ‘Call me Monday after 4, and I will see if I can find the time to meet with you next Wednesday.’ ‘Not a problem, and thanks. I’m looking forward to getting to work with you’ as I handed her my card.. Of course, they also didn't really acknowledge that her grandfather had molested her at age 6 and that she never has been able to trust men since then.But, Kara was not only her lover; she was her best friend."So Tara, what do you want to do today?" Kara asked."Hmm... let me think," she playfully put her finger to her lips and licked the tip of her finger. "I think I could come up with one or two things." Oh really? And, just what do you have in mind?" Kara asked as she slowly walked toward. We had been making trips down there for several years and had met lots of guys and even made good friends of them. I chatted with them on the computer sometimes and let them know when we were coming down and what we were looking for.One of them mentioned a bar down near the river and said it got really wild, perhaps too wild for us, he said it was always filled with black guys, most of which worked on the barges or some other river work.He warned me that almost no white people ever went there.