In a matter of minutes, I found myself parking in front of her house. Confidently, I give the door a few knocks. I was in no way prepared for the visi...n that opened the door. She was slightly taller than me. Slender. Shoulder length blond hair. Pretty face with enough makeup to flatter, but not distract. She had on a sleeveless dress, with sequins. Cut to mid thigh. Beautiful black stockings that lead to heels. I’ve always been a sucker for stockings and heels… “I’m Brianna, won’t you come in?”. I stopped a few times to eat and buy fuel, had the tanks pumped, and got the boat washed. When I tied up at Blackwater Inn in Astor, I had a lovely lunch and met a wonderful family.After lunch, I had to choose between a steady forty-five mile jaunt down to Sanford or taking my time and arriving the next day. It had become my policy never to hurry on this trip. The whole point was to enjoy the trip, see the scenery, and experience it all without placing pressure on myself to be here or get. No anger appeared on his face, but he moved with the suddenness of a snake. He was up and around the table in a moment. Megan instinctively tried to back away, but she had no chance.Megan was tugged to her feet by a wrist. Her daddy’s hand, always gentle but firm, was an iron circle with as much give as a handcuff. He pulled her out of the dining room and into the den. His face and voice were still mild. “Are you ready to apologize?”“No! Damnit! Let me go!”Daddy merely nodded before. It was just cold enough so that breathing hurt your lungs a little bit. I had walked over to the school by cutting through the woods, just like we used to do when I attended the school as a child. I had some good memories at that school. Six years of good memories really. I'd been pretty happy and carefree when I was little. I didn't have too many concerns then, and I worried only about whether I'd hear my father when he whistled from the front porch, signaling us that it was time to quit.