"Hi John," said the apparition, "glad that you found all the clothes Ileft for you, I must say you look very smart and that mack suits youbeautifully,...you must take the others with you to the Home, you will be asensation.I suppose I'd better explain, you see I was very hurt and angry when Ifound that your parents planned to shuffle me off to that home becausethey wanted to have a child and didn't want the bother of an old ladyaround as well. My anger fuelled a curious magical rift in time so. It was the object of my lust. Ariel, my stepsister. I reached next to my bed and turned on the small lamp. Ariel stood at the foot of my bed in a tank-top and white cotton panties. Her blonde hair was tied in a single ponytail."Hey, no you didn't scare me. What’s wrong Ariel?" I asked trying not to leer.I looked at the clock next to my bed and it was 1:45."This is sorta embarrassing."I sat up in bed but kept my comforter on my lap. I had a hard-on which I was desperately trying to reduce."I was. Ballard's Creative Writing class, and it's the first day. He startsthings off with an icebreaker exercise. Everyone is sitting in a circleand we are to take turns saying our name, what we did that summer, and alittle something about why we are in the class. I don't even rememberwhat I said. But it gets to be Trisha's turn, and I'd never even met herbefore, and she says 'Over the summer I was magically transformed from amiddle aged man, into a young woman by a leprechaun who was upset that. That would swamp it.”“So, we’ll have to stand on the sand bar. The water is only a few feet deep in front of the boat, right?” I asked.“Yes, but the bottom is a little soft. Wouldn’t you sink in the sand?” Brian said, “The hull only sank about a foot, so it might be hard after that.”John was pointing, “Those shelves are solid ¾” oak! Couldn’t you stand on one?”“That might work. Let me ask you this. Imagine a strap was being used to lift the front of the boat. Would that pressure damage the.