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here.”
                  Then Gloria stepped up on the gunwale and put her right foot up on the deck. There was about three good feet of elevation difference between her right and left foot now. She extended her hand and Rusty took it.
                  Her dress rode plumb up her right thigh. Up way high. Rusty got a good clear crotch shot. And saw that she had on black lacy panties, not those thong kind or French cut jobs or even bikini ones, but those boy-short ones or whatever they were. Not that there was anything boy about her right now. It certainly finished off her ensemble quite well.
                  Gloria had always been like that. Letting her dresses ride up. Rusty loved riding with her when she drove in a dress. She was never behind the wheel five minutes until her dress was up to her ass, with her legs all spread.
                  Rusty took it all in before he gave her hand a tug and she hopped on up to the dock. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and then adjusted her hat and turned to look back over the river.
                  There was slight breeze. It was mid May, still nice weather on the Elk along here. Maybe it was the breeze came around the bend and off the cool bluffs, but it always seemed to be a good ten degrees cooler around Clear Springs than in town.
                  Gloria picked up her night bag and the cooler and walked on up to the house. Rusty grabbed two cardboard boxes and followed her. She sashayed her little tight fifty-nine year old ass for his benefit.
                  When they plopped the stuff down on the kitchen table, Gloria said, “I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast. Why don’t you throw the steaks on and I’ll put away all this stuff?”
                  “Okay.”
                  Rusted got the platter of raw steak. He walked over to the back door and turned. Gloria had gone to the kitchen sink and was leaning over, looking out the window. “The sun is setting, Rusty. After you put the steak on, let’s go down on the dock and look.”
                  “Okay,” Rusty said.
                  Then she bent over even further. “Oh, there’s a heron on your dock. It hopped over onto the bow of my boat.”
                  Then she started scratching her butt. She stood up straight, but with her back still to Rusty. She scratched at her crotch. “These underwear may be cute and sexy but they sure do itch.”
                  She reached up under her dress and pulled off her panties. She dropped them on the floor there and bent forward over the sink again, staring out the window. “I think that is the biggest heron I’ve ever seen on Elk River.”
                  Rusty looked at the panties on the floor, then back up at her ass. Sometimes life was a bitch. Then sometimes...

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    At a quarter till ten the next morning, Rusty sat in his office. He wasn’t thinking much about the mystery man and the stolen record-breaking two hundred fourteen pound catfish. He was thinking about sex.
                  It had been a long time since he’d had a night like last night. It had been thirty years since he’d had sex with anyone but Jenny. Between their marriages, he’d never gone out prowling. He knew Jenny would come back. But not this time. This time she was marrying a rich surgeon.
                  Ten o’clock came and went. Ten thirty came and went. No fat grabbler. That was a little strange. Rusty didn’t even know the man’s name who had given him five thousand dollars in cash, but he took him for a punctual man. And if his memory served him correctly, the grabbler had said, “Ten o’clock sharp.” When you said ten o’clock sharp, ten-thirty was definitely late.
                  Maybe the man was crazy. Delusional enough to think he was some