" You're welcome. " She said.

"Moan." Callen groaned, setting the oars on dry land and clambering out. "You're...pulling the boat up.....ugh..." he collapsed in the grass. "You hit my groin or something."

She stood and got out. " Good. Maybe your newfound inability to not have children will convince our parents to break off the engagement. "

"Ugh you hit my groin, not removed ot....." he muttered.

" Ugh. " She raised her foot. " Fine, ill hit it properly. "

Callen quickly curls up. "No, i'm good, thanks. Just get heboat out and i'll take tit to the shed."

" Fine. " she said, turning around and pulling the boat onto the shore.

He awkwardly gets up and takes it to the shed, along with the oars. Still in pain.


(such a gentlemen :P))

She laughs at his demise.

"I'll get you back later." he calls over his shoulder.