Battle Of Wits

A man who, tired but awake came to the shore of Deerhorn Lake, his wife could tell he had not caught a single fish. When he had bought those lures and poles and fancy reels he'd talked about delicious meals that they would have once he would go onto the lake just like a pro. He told her then he'd go and snooze inside the house (there would be booze) . So, off she went with boat and gear and half a pack of Coor's cold beer. She reached the centre and released the anchor of the large-hulled beast. She reached for the big fishing guide when there was movement at her side. Inspectors do patrol these regions and with the Law is their allegiance. 'What may I ask is your intent, 'it's out of season, early Lent? ' And staring at her ample breast he added 'I will now arrest you for the fishing here today and for this crime you sure will pay.' 'I am not fishing, Sir, I read each day here on this boat, indeed. As you can see, the gear is here I haven't even touched the beer.' 'I do not care', said he with glee, 'you have the means and don't fool me, you are out here to catch the fishes instead of home with dirty dishes.' 'If you arrest me, I will scream and tell your whole inspector team that I was trying to escape and you will face the charge of rape.' 'How dare you, lady talk such rot are you on uppers, coke or pot? There was no sign of sex, I say the courts will lock your life away.' 'You have equipment and the tools, I'm sure that all the legal fools will see that sex was your intent, may God have mercy, do repent! ' Without a word the man then turned as far as he was now concerned he'd lost the battle of the wits, he would remember though, her tits.