1. Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part One


    Date: 7/27/2024, Categories: Cheating Author: JdRobbins 

    ... leaving, but since he didn't seem to want to try and continue any conversation with me, I figured we could share the spot for a little while.

He fiddled with the tiny silver lure attached to the end of his line, and then, with a flip of his wrist, the lure was flying upstream. I watched as it flew through the sunshine. Its silver finish sparkled and reflected the sun's rays as it floated toward the water's surface.

It made a tiny splash as it entered the water and sank out of view. I looked at him as he concentrated on what he was doing. He flicked the rod once, then turned the crank a time or two. He stood motionless other than the flick of the rod and the slow crank of the handle, watching the water intensely.

Then, in an instant, he jerked hard on the rod and raised the tip in the air.

"Yes,” he said as the string extending from the end of his fishing rod went taut.

"Got one?" I asked almost instinctively.

He didn't answer. He didn't have to; the water near where he had thrown his lure exploded, answering my question. Droplets of water flew in every direction as a beautifully colored fish jumped above the surface, flipping its tail one way while its head went the other.

The end of his rod bent toward the spot where the fish disappeared again below the surface. He began turning the crank slowly and moving his rod from side to side. Only a second or two passed before the fish jumped out of the water again. Its multi-colored body shimmering in the ...
    ... bright sunlight.

"Nice rainbow!" he exclaimed. Very slowly, he brought the fish closer to where he was standing. When it was within his reach, he carefully crouched and moved his fishing rod above and behind his shoulder. The fish slid into his free hand, and he lifted it from the water.

"Sweet!" he said excitedly. As he stood up, he tucked the butt end of his rod under his arm and brought his other hand to cradle the fish gently in his hands.

"What a beautiful fish," I said.

His fingers moved to the mouth, and he gently removed the hook, letting the lure swing away from him. Turning toward me, he held the fish out so I could get a good look at it.

"Is that a Rainbow Trout?" I asked.

"Sure is, and a very nice one at that,” he replied.

The trout's body looked like a rainbow, with separate lines of color running along the length from its head to its tail.

"I can see why they're called Rainbow Trout. It's so beautiful, what a shame it has to die,” I said.

"She's not going to die,” he replied. As he slid one hand to the trout's tail, he again crouched down and began moving the fish back and forth just under the surface of the water. Once he'd done that three or four times, he let go of its tail and lowered his other hand deeper into the stream's waters. The trout lingered for a moment and then slowly began swimming off toward the middle of the stream.

"See, she's just fine,” he offered as we both watched the trout disappear into the deeper part of the ...
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