Totoka River let sleeping frogs lie

CRASH

As of late, the Sound had been in some turmoil -- and seeking to release the pent up steam of her frustration, Caiaphas engaged herself in a brisk walk. She found herself at the brink of the Tokota River where the swale of dead reeds and heavy silt caught her legs -- the first rendezvous of her and Junior.

A bitter smile struck her features as she recalled the hothead youth -- but the expression was impermanent as she spotted a male deep in the clay-ridden banks, his strong forearms besplattered with mire. Curious as to his intentions, she elected to watch him -- making no care to conceal herself from the swarthy stranger.