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First Bait

Slender and tan in the sun, she fumbled with her bait.
I asked if I could help.
“Yes,” and she smiled.

As she held her line up to me, I tied the bait carefully while watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Her sweaty fingers touched mine and it was magic.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
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Author's Note
This early experience at a pond near my home changed me.
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