Weekend fishing trip with the neighbor
It was summer and our neighbor, Mr. Anders, took me on a weekend fishing trip. It was not unusual. He had been taking me on weekend fishing trips for years since my father was away during the summer months. Mr. Anders was something like 45 years old. I was the age of consent. When Mr. Anders and I got to the lake we set up our tent and went to the lake side to start fishing. It was hot and the fish were not biting. Mr. Anders suggested we go swimming. I told him I did not bring my swim...