I began with the obvious, the one over-riding concern, the primary question that I felt needed answering. I was compelled to ask even though I already...suspected the answer.I asked him quite plainly. "Dad, how can you be using my underwear for sexual gratification, without it being some form of incestuous fascination?”He smirked and spread his hands a little too dismissively, replying, “You don’t think that most young boys haven’t been curious about their sisters and mothers panties, or husbands. We are completely overwhelmed by your country’s generous gift to us. Becoming a millionaire, for a normal person like me, is the experience of a lifetime.”“I am pleased,” she smiled at him, then returned her gaze to the yard. “I look out across our own little-secluded oasis and see it is normal. I gaze at the bustling road traffic off in the distance and see everything is still normal. However, this would not be the same situation had my husband been murdered. Our country would have lost one of. I giggle to myself as I look away. He is very attractive. Dark hair and a great smile. I get another drink and watch as all the people dance and touch each other. It is really very hot to watch. All these people hot, sweaty, grinding and groping each other. Many are strangers to each other. I almost wish I was courageous enough to join them. Instead, I take a long drink and look up again. He is still there, watching me intently. My heart skips a beat and my body tingles all over. Again I wave,. " Your paw said that?" Boots looked interested."He did," said Dougie. "They was talkin' about you and the dance and all, and my pa said seein' you like that was the damndest thing he ever saw. But he wouldn't say why. And then Dusty said as how he could get used to dancin' with you real regular, and Pa told Dusty to get on up to the north line shack and check that new fence they put up. He's afraid somebody will come along and tear it down, I guess. And he said not to sneak off to town and see.