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Chapter 25
"Chief,I’llbedamnedifIeversawanythingsoslow!Ugh,yourthumb’sbleeding.Didthatmonsterbiteyou?SomebodyfixtheChief’sthumb—hurry!"
"Herewegointothemagain,"Georgeyells,andIdropthelineoffthebackoftheboatandseetheflashoftheherringvanishinthedarkblue-graychargeofasalmonandthelinegosizzlingdownintothewater.Thegirlwrapsbotharmsaroundthepoleandgritsherteeth."Ohnoyoudon’t,dangyou!Ohno...!"
She’sonherfeet,gotthebuttofthepolescissoredinhercrotchandbotharmswrappedbelowthereelandthereelcrankknockingagainstherasthelinespinsout:"Ohnoyoudon’t!"She’sstillgotonBilly’sgreenjacket,butthatreel’swhippedit.She’sandeverybodyonboardseestheT-shirtshehadonisgone—everybodygawking,tryingtoplayhisownfish,dodgemineslammingaroundtheboatbottom,withthecrankofthatreelflutteringherbreastatsuchaspeedthenipple’sjustredblur!
Billyjumpstohelp.Allhecanthinktodoisreacharoundfrombehindandhelphersqueezethepoletighterinbetweenherbreastsuntilthereel’sfinallystoppedbynothingmorethanthepressureofherflesh.Bythistimeshe’sflexedsotautandherbreastslooksofirmIthinksheandBillycouldbothturnloosewiththeirhandsandarmsandshe’dstillkeepholdofthatpole.
