France - A Poachers tale #1

"That's a very big one!" She said, smiling at me. "Do you think it will it fit ?"
She looked doubtful.
I had every confidence.

"I dunno," I said, "but I'm gonna try my best"

"Go on then, I can't wait!," She was getting excited now.

I gently slid it in, as slowly as I could - I really didn't want to damage her.

It slid in perfectly. And no damage to it, at all. Perfect.

"Oh this so lovely, I wish we had done this before" She said to holding my arms, as she looked down at it.
"Yummy...." She stopped her voice trailing off. Looking serious.

"Does it smell OK to you? A bit errr...fishy,?"

"Of course it smells a bit fishy," I said soothingly, smiling at her "that's normal, don't worry babes. It doesn't smell, when it its your mouth" I said.
"And it will be in your mouth very soon, gorgeous.

As soon as I slide it out in fact," Looking down at it myself, now.

"From here," I said pointing at it, "to here," putting my fingers on her full red lips.

" I cleaned it properly, so I know its fine really, it's just me being silly, worrying over nothing." She said, happy again.

She carried holding onto my arms, and looking down, watching it .

"This feels so good sweetheart, I hope it this moment never stops. I'm in heaven", She said.

I knew what she meant.

Cooking a fresh trout, hooked only 15 minutes ago, and now in the frying pan, with garlic, and butter.

A secluded little brook, a hot summers night, in rural France -and a couple of miles away from civilization.

Silence, peace, nature, and the sound of freshly frying fish.

It doesn't get much better...
p.s (If you know this girl? , tell her come over and say hi!)