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An Unknown Relative

... immediate and she set the hook. She was dragged down the length of the boat and she held on for dear life. I sprang after her and wrapped my arms around her belly. We leaned back and the line began to scream off the reel. The fish kept running and I knew we weren’t going to be able to turn in before it stripped the line. “We need to follow it,” I told her. “I got it,” she panted “Let’s go.” I fired up the engine and we followed the fish. We gained a little line and by the time we went a mile offshore she had it turned as it tired. She pumped the rod and gained more line. When she got two hundred yards back on the reel it made another run and she lost everything. We chased it again and the run was only half a mile this time. Twice more it made runs and we had to chase it. She had been fighting it for 45 minutes and she was exhausted. I offered to relieve her but she was having none of that. Slowly she gained line and I saw it close to the surface thirty yards out. “There it is, baby,” I shouted. She looked and saw it out there. “What is it,” she called. “It’s a big Bluefin Tuna,” I told her. She pulled it in slowly until it was right beside the boat. It was huge! It must have weighed close to 500 pounds. “Can we eat it?” she asked. “It would be like butchering a cow,” I told her. “Let’s let it go. We can eat the dorado and we’ll catch smaller tuna. I’d really like to catch some skipjack. It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” “Yes, I didn’t want to kill it anyway,” she said. “How will we ...

... let it go?” “I’ll cut the line,” I told her. “Ease up a little.” I cut the line with my knife and it swam slowly back into the depths. We moved back to shallow water and we wound up catching a dozen skipjack that I put on ice. We tied the runabout back up and swam to shore. We snorkeled and gathered more scallops to add to our collection. When she was ready we swam back to the boat and climbed on board. We showered and dressed for dinner. I should say I dressed; Pendry undressed. When she came in she was fluffing her hair with a towel. She had on shirt with no sleeves that she was wearing as a vest. The buttons were serving no function and it gaped open giving me flashes of little brown nipple every time she moved. Her breasts were breathtaking. They were full and heavy and they bounced and swayed every time she moved. That firm teenaged flesh was the stuff to drive men wild. She had on a pair of lacy bikini panties that were practically non-existent and that was it. “Jesus, baby,” I exclaimed. “Are you trying to kill me?” “No, I’m seducing you,” she laughed and then became serious. “I’ve been trying for days. Haven’t you noticed?” “I notice you’re beautiful and very naughty,” I chuckled. “I think after this morning clothes are supernumerary,” she said. “Penn use big word,” She punched me. “I know what words mean. Maybe you should spend some time in a dictionary.” “I actually know what that means too, but sometimes clothing is necessary.” “Not when it’s just me and you,” she ...