-Chapter Five-

Fish And Game Patrol

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Previously: While Renee and Charlie were ‘getting to know each other,’ a dark and sinister vampire was wreaking havoc on poor unsuspecting women.

RPOV

I lay in my bed awake staring at the ceiling. My blankets wrapped around me like a cocoon and suffocating me. Three hours and I still couldn’t fall asleep. Hours earlier I had been on fire. Now, I was cold as a fish and sleeping alone.

Charlie was embarrassed and I was humiliated. He left so quickly after the call. His eyes are wide open now. Well, at least if they weren’t before then they are now. As are mine. It didn’t have to end this way. I didn’t want it to end. Not now, not ever. I wanted a relationship with Charlie too much to let something so small get in our way. Why did she have to interrupt us like that? They should have called in the morning as always. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens. There’s not much I can do at the moment. But, when the time comes! Look out!

I interlocked my fingers behind my head while resting against my pillow and drifted into a shallow, restless half-sleep while thinking on the time Charlie and I spent together tonight.

“Oh Charlie, yes,” I moaned through a haze of passion. “Please, I want it. I want you.”

His fingers crawled closer to the core of my passion. I was so distracted by his movements that I hadn’t realized where my hands found residence. I had slipped them into his pants and was clawing at his butt, trying to pull him closer to my center. His cheeks were so firm and round that I just wanted to sink my teeth into them. I wanted it to be like this forever. Coming together like this was as natural as breathing the fresh air outside.

A loud shriek ripped through the kitchen. Again and again it sounded, tearing us apart from each other. I jumped off the countertop and ran to answer the phone by the door.

My mom of course. She had to choose this exact moment to call me? How insanely absurd! I wanted to yell at her to go away.

“Hi mom,” I said forcing enthusiasm.

“Hi sweetie. I just called to see how your date with this new fellow went and also to tell you that dad and I will be gone a few more weeks. So, you’ll have to hold down the fort by yourself for a bit.”

“Oh,” I truly was surprised. “I had a lot of fun tonight. Charlie was wonderful,” I flashed him a smile.

(The line was dead silent on the other end…)

“Mom?”

“Honey,” my mom yelled. “I think I’m losing…connection. Just remem…that if you ha…sex, to use th…condoms in the thir…bathroom firs…”

(Dial Tone….the line went dead.)

I looked at the phone in my hand, shrugged my shoulders and then placed it back in its cradle. Looking up I saw the horror written all over Charlie’s face. Oh shit, how embarrassing. He heard what she said. I cringed knowing that my mom could be a bit straight forward.

“Charlie,” I began.

He cut me off saying, “No, it’s OK. I have to be going anyways.” He stepped closer, placed a peck on my cheek and was out the front door before I knew how to respond.

I whimpered as the thick haze engulfed my consciousness and pulled me deeper into the throes of Dream Land.

CPOV

The truck raced along the country road taking the curves with ease. Trees flew through the beams of light creating the illusion that the truck was moving faster than it was really traveling.

Embarrassment clouded his every emotion. The heat in his body moved up into his face.

I can’t believe her mother said those things. Why wasn’t Renee outrageous? I surely am. I would have died if I were her. To automatically suspect that we would do that. Well, even if we did it’s no business of hers. Gosh, I should have stayed. Am I seriously that chicken?! Now I’m even more embarrassed. That’s it. I’m not going to run again. It’s just not acceptable. I refuse to be a coward! The next time I see Renee, it will all be different. I promise.

RPOV

Journey was blaring out of my stereo as I danced around my room in my towel trying to find clothes to wear. Charlie insisted that he pick me up to go fishing. We were going to make a day of it and he wouldn’t let me meet him anywhere. I just thought the drive was a bit long. But oh well. It’s the way he wanted it and I didn’t mind. I had to move fast because he would be here in twenty minutes.

Decisions, decisions. Do I wear the khaki shorts or the jeans? I guess if we’re only fishing then I’ll throw the shorts on. Hmm…Thinking really hard I went for my baby pink spaghetti strap tank top. I wonder what else we’ll do if we don’t fish all day. Oh well, I’ll just leave it all up to Charlie. I’m going to enjoy this I think.

Smiling, I combed my hair back and threw it up in a ponytail. Just after I tied my shoelaces, the doorbell rang. On my way out I grabbed my hat and hoodie and flipping the off button on my stereo I ran downstairs.

Charlie was right on schedule. Opening the door I bent down to grab the pail of fish food. Live bate. Yummy, I thought sarcastically.

“Hi,” I smiled.

He smiled back. “You all ready to go?”

“Yes, I think so. I just can’t help think that I’m forgetting something though,” I replied bewildered.

“Well whatever it is I’m sure we’ll make due.” Charlie grabbed the pail, put me in the front seat and then secured it in the bed of the truck. He hopped in the drivers’ side a second later and then we were off.

The drive was a little awkward but not too bad. We hadn’t spoken much since the week before. We talked little and the radio filled in any silences we didn’t. An hour later we finally pulled off the interstate and began driving on some back roads. I didn’t recognize this area.

“Where are we,” I asked.

“This is the other side of the river. I don’t think anyone really knows about this over here. Or at least no one ever comes here. I found it one year with a couple of friends while exploring.”

“Do you come here often? Or your friends?”

“Once in a while we do but we mostly fish up near the bigger tide pools.” A look of nervousness crossed his face for a short moment and then it was gone. “I wanted to show it to you because it gets really colorful this time of year before it gets too hot and the sun starts drying the plants up.”

“Well, it looks beautiful,” I said while looking around.

There were green trees everywhere. The place was surrounded with them. The grass was as tall as my elbows. In some areas it was even higher. Daisies peaked out from behind the grass all over the area. There were other flowers that I didn’t know the names of but they were really pretty too. Some purple, tiny pink ones and yellow. Tons of yellow. If Charlie was trying to impress me, it was working.

I helped grab all our gear and then headed towards the river for our day of fun and fishing.

CPOV

As we walked to the river I held back a few steps so that I could watch Renee. She was so pretty. The pink shirt she wore somehow made her eyes look softer. And I just loved her little shorts. They made her look taller because they only went mid thigh. Sexy I’d say. Her walk was graceful. That is, if you didn’t count the few times she tripped up. But that was OK. It only made her more attractive and sweet. I felt like I should protect her somehow. But I knew I couldn’t. At least not yet.

She laid out the blanket while I set up the camping chairs near the water. I took out my pole and pieced it together, gave it some line and bait and then sunk it. I made sure it was secured and that the small buoy was in full view. I took out the pole that I borrowed from Harry and showed Renee how to cast the line after I let her bait the hook herself. It still amazed me that she dealt with the bait so well. Most girls would cringe and shy away from it. Not my Renee though. She was definitely my kind of gal.

CPOV

We sat in our camping chairs and basked in the warmth of the rising sun. Renee had caught two fish already and all my line came up with was a few weeds and a waterlogged ugly orange sock. We laughed about that for a while and then she said I had to let it dry and then wear it as a trophy. I didn’t want to. I thought it was gross. But then Renee said she was always into doing new and exciting things. How could I let her show me up? I just had to put it on now. So, we made a bet out of it. I had to wear the crusty old thing for at least two hours. If I lasted that long, then I won a lap dance from her. If I couldn’t do it, then I had to swim in the nude from our side of the river to the other and then back again. I was confident. What was there to worry about?

I reached over to feel the dead sock. It was dry finally and smelled like crusty, old, rotting fish. I definitely deserved some kind of reward after doing this.

“You’re really going to make me do this aren’t you,” I asked Renee.

“Of course,” she cheered. “What’s fishing without a little excitement now and then?” She was laughing so hard that she had to hold her stomach.

“Well then, I hope you’re prepared to lose because I’m going to win!” With that said, I pulled the orange sock on over my toes, up to my ankle. I decided that it was going to be a long two hours. The thing was already starting to itch like crazy! Yes, this bet officially sucked dirt!

RPOV

My stomach hurt after laughing so much. Charlie looked miserable with that nasty thing on his foot. I almost felt bad about insisting he do this, but I had high hopes that he would lose our bet. I was aching to see him in all of his naked glory.

It had only been an hour and he was already slipping the sock lower on his ankle, closer to his heel.

“So, does this mean I win then,” I asked in a playful tone. He looked at me with something like indecision in his eyes.

“No. I’m just trying to figure out how far I can get this thing off before I’m not actually wearing it anymore.”

Charlie is pretty clever. I better watch it or I might have to rub myself all over this man. Hmm…Not a bad idea. I’ll rub on him anytime. I guess this may be anybody’s ballgame.

“Well, it’s almost there,” I said, trying to suppress a giggle.

The sock was now hanging halfway off his foot. Maybe we should have made better guidelines for this. Then Instead of watching the orange blob, I could be watching Charlie stripping for me. Haha! Well, I guess he is stripping in a way.

The clock was still ticking, getting closer to his safe line. I’ve got to think of something. What could I do to tip the scales in my favor?

Thank you for reading! What do you think will happen next? Will Charlie win? Or will Renee win? Could either of them lose in a game like this? Find out in the next chapter!

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