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Well, I best be going Gary. All that was four or five months ago now and Iôm starting to get that familiar itch. I need to start concentrating on where Iôm going to re enter the world, and under what identity. Iôll let you know when I need you to get me my new papers, but for now, so long. Your partner in crime, The Fisherman God, it was beautiful here. As she swam farther out into the lake, Liane wondered how she could have wanted to miss this. She would have to thank Sharon and Roxy for making her come; it was worth the hassle of buying all the food and scrounging up the camping gear. Not to mention all the extra stuff needed to take a one-year-old into the woods. But her friends had left her to make the three-hour expedition back into town for groceries and beer, and they had been sweet enough to take Justin with them, so she had the entire little lake to herself. Well, except for the solitary loon that kept to itself on the other side. What a wonderful, haunting call!
She had been sunbathing and in a daring moment, slipped out of her bra "to even up her tan". Not that it was really either very daring, nor going to even her tan. The one kilometer path to the desolate back-road was on the other side of the small lake and the only way across was ten minutes by canoe, so she could easily get decent if anyone came. And she'd so carefully covered her ghostly white breasts with super-delux-water-proof-sun-block-fifty-buzillion that as far they were concerned it was midnight in a cave.