The next day was Thursday, the last day of Dan's trip. He had forgotten that Mark had agreed to take the day off to go fishing with him. As much as he had been looking forward to going out on the river again, now that he was there, he couldn't help but worry that it might cost him his last opportunity to be alone with Alana. And she was all he could think about. As he stood in the stream, alone with his fishing pole and his thoughts, his mind kept returning again and again to her, to her naked breasts, to her sweat soaked hips, to the way she...