A river ranger named Ellen had the task of rowing the raft while Donna and I visited eroding Indian ruins, taking notes and drawing maps. Ellen also h...d the job of stopping other rafting parties to make sure they had proper permits and life preservers. I was new to this river stuff, and no one had warned me that on many of these private rafts, clothing was optional. Ellen explained that Utah was a conservative place, and nudity along the river although common was intentionally not talked about.. She flipped up her skirt, showing matching black panties that were very soaked. She didn't bother to remove them, just shoved them aside, and said "in me now". This is what I had planned for, so I didn't waste time. Part of my powers was that I could take any form I wanted, and for this time I was a tall muscular man with Italian features. I hadn't realized it until she was like this, but she was quite petite, maybe 5'2" and 100 pounds, and it almost seemed I might break her. But she was. “I think it’s best if you stay away from my daughters,” he said a day later.Brock did a double take.“You folks from Corbly sure have an uncanny sense of irony,” Brock replied.“What the hell does that mean?” Frank asked.“It’s almost comical to hear you say that,” Brock said. “Because it’s almost word for word what your daughters say about you.”Frank looked at Brock stonefaced.“I can offer you some encouragement, if I need to,” Frank said as he cracked his knuckles.Brock laughed out loud.“Oh,. She had several phone conversations with her colleagues in some political organizations; apparently they were planning strategies for the upcoming election.“How do you feel about handing out how to vote cards with me?” she asked. “There will be a full federal election in the next few weeks, and I’ve volunteered us to help distribute stuff, probably around Dee Why and Collaroy”Her initial anger at the events had changed into a fierce resolution to ensure her favoured party would win back.