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The rencer came up for air in another shadow on the water probably darkened by clouds. So far so good. He quietly took another deep breath and sank below the water he would next come up very near the boat. The others watched intently from the reed each with an arrow knocked now.

Good

Hearing voices that she didn't recognize ~ dark haired head looked out from the serving wagon ... curious

No you are not alone.

Great pic!

And I guess I am

The Vosk River
-chuckles softly as I hear you sleepily reply-

looking in

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* she looked out to the reeds seeing nothing ... the moon this night wasn't bright enough for anyone to see anything ...* maybe that is why she got an feeling they were being watched, could it all be her mind playing tricks ...because the light was so Dim ...* a sigh...that had to ve it * for there was nothing around them that she could tell *

Sorry I thought I was alone

Tal

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He grunted sleepily.

"I will be happy to get out of this damned boat for sure."

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He grunted sleepily.

"I will be happy to get out of this damned boat for sure."

Lady are you here?

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He grunted sleepily.

"I will be happy to get out of this damned boat for sure."

I’ve read it and replyed.

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He, the one who drew the short reed moved out into the water slowly sticking to the shadows of the reeds and moving parallel to the Skiffs. He made it to the larger shadow and silently lowered his head under the water and swam in the direction of the skiff. If one were able to see it would be noted that he had a rope uncoiling from his belt that lead back to the reeds and other end was in the rencers hands that still hid with in the safety of the reeds. He knife jutted from between his teeth. The rest of the group looked on sometimes occasionally losing him in the darkness.

Lake Lanier
*blinking because that question was surprising*

I haven’t selected one yet but I just assumed you’d want a woman for your personal comfort.

Let me know and I can pick either.

*and we’d keep talking and drinking the wine for a while longer h til we were ready to go and then I’d take us home for the evening to finish exactly what I told you I’d do*

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* with her creamy legs against her chest ..she loosens her grip over her knees ... and pulls her short legs from ger chest..laying them out in front of her for a sec ... knowing no one was getting up for the moment ... she straightens her back a bit ...and runs her slim hands through her long silver curls ... grabbing her hair in a hand made ponytail swinging it to one side ... and than letting it go and bounce down to the small of her back .... she than slightly quietly pulled her legs back to her chest and wrapped her arms around ger knees ...the last of the Bosk meat within her right hand