“Oh I so want you.”I looked up and stared it the picture, listening intently.“Your sister doesn’t even try and fight me off any more. She’s ...osing her appeal. Oh how I want you.”I noticed Mrs Crisp’s face. She looked very disgusted, even horrified. I wasn’t even slightly surprised by her obvious feelings; luckily he couldn’t see them. I continued to watch. I was certain I knew who it was; I just wanted to see his face to confirm it.Mrs Crisp spoke. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she said softly. “Am I. I always worry about you when you go out.”“I love you too, Daddy.”“Have you got a cold?”“No. Why?”“Well it looks like your nose is running.”Deb put a finger to her nose and felt the wetness.“Oh my,” and with that Deb took off for her room.It was just before midnight on the following Saturday night and I was again up doing my fatherly duty.Deb was out on a date with another new boy. I’d met him earlier before they went out and told them her curfew was midnight.“Yes, Daddy! Don’t worry,” Deb said. They had dropped their packs and rushed to the stream banks as soon as I fell in. They knew how dangerous a hill stream could be. I vanished under the water and downstream. They found me from the noises I was making as I gasped for breath when my head was above water. They couldn’t go into the stream to help me because they are lighter and smaller. In the current they would have been even more as at risk than me. When Maureen’s torchlight picked me out I had just shed my cagoule and pack and. I love to share my adventures from travel from location to location.Yesterday, I caught a commuter flight from SD to CO. I was immediately struck by the appearance and demeanor of the Purser of the flight. She was fair-skined, lovely, stunning smile, and only slightly taller than I (my height is 5'9"). Her greeting was overwhelming and I felt more welcome than on any previous flight (I'm a 'road warrior').During out relatively brief flight, I engaged in a slightly forward, but tasteful, way..