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"Nothin bitin," said Janie.
"Nothins bitin' but me." Franklin bit her on the neck, vampire
style.
Janie giggled. "Watch your pole, you silly idiot. Hey, cut that out; were out here in broad daylight!"
Franklin nuzzled her neck. "Mmm, you smell good, even with minners on your hands. Ain't anybody around.. Ya
wanna?"
"Well, since nothing seems to be biting but you, I guess we could go over to that woodsy weed
patch and play around."
Franklin laid his rod and reel on the ground, hooking it behind an exposed root, in
a hurry to get into the patch of weeds. Janie carefully put hers into the rod holder. She checked the tension of the line,
then followed Franklin into the weeds.
They undressed each other, blouse hanging off a scrub oak with a shirt beside
it. Jeans were discarded on the ground and underwear hung neatly on lower branches.
"Ohhh, Baby!" Franklin
caressed Janie's nude body, pushing her further into the weed patch.
"Ouch! This isn't gonna work for my bare
butt!" Janie said as she jumped forward, rubbing the spot where an ironweed had scratched her. "Here, lets lay our
jeans out for a pallet."
Things were progressing nicely, and then...
SkrEEeeEEeeeeEEeeee!
"Oh shit!" said Franklin, as he withdrew.
"Hey, I'm not ready yet!" Janie complained.
SkrEEeeEEeeeeEEeeee!
Franklin pushed Janie off the pallet of jeans, grabbed for a pair, shoved one leg
in, then the other, pulling up automatically. "Arrgghh, these don't fit!" he said. Janie's jeans were pulled just
up to his thighs, but would go no further. "Oh shit!"
SkrEEeeEEeeeeEEeeee!
Struggling with
the tight jeans, Franklin finally got one leg of the jeans off. Standing on one bare leg, tugging at jeans leg on the other,
he staggered, then collapsed into a heap in the ironweed patch. "Ouch! Damn and double damn! Shit!"
SkrEEeeEEeeeeEEeeee!
He grabbed his shirt off the scrub oak and threw it to the ground, plumped his bare butt onto it and pulled the
other leg out.
SkrEEeeEEeeeeEEeeee!
His own jeans partially pulled up, Franklin burst out of the weed
patch, stumbled over a root, and fell again. He jumped up, holding onto the waistband of his jeans, and raced for the screaming
rod.
Franklin watched in horror, as his rod and reel cleared the root he'd hooked it behind. He lunged for the
handle, but again his partially donned jeans tripped him and he fell to the ground. "Damn and double damn!" He skittered
across the bank crab style and made a vain attempt to catch the runaway rod, but missed. Again!
**********
They had fished for his rod and reel, using Janie's, for the better part of an hour before giving up and deciding to
use it for fishing. One rod was better than none.
"Looks like that was the only bite were gonna get today,"
said Janie.
"Well, I don't know about that," said Franklin as he bit her on the neck, vampire style.
"Oh, no you don't!" said Janie, pushing him away. She giggled at Franklin's hangdog expression.
"After what you've just been through, it's obvious that fishing and love aren't compatible."
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