In a few moments, mother and long-lost daughter were in a deep embrace, as Al and the rest of his pickup family watched, Scooter and the rest of the c...ew also watching from a distance far enough away to give them some privacy. Nanci was smaller than Scooter had imagined, smaller than her mother -- and looking very forlorn, especially with that healing black eye and other bruises. Someone had worked her over pretty well, she thought. Boy, with everything else that's going down right now, this. "So what's the plan after that?" We insist on taking the vacation time to go see Dad." I said."How will that help get them back together?" Emma asked me."Well if the relationship was like ours, them both finding out that we know and approve might be just what they need." I explained. "But it might not matter if it was a spur of the moment thing." You're betting they had a relationship before the video was made?" Emma asked me."Yeah. Look at the facts. Mom was willing to act as directed by Dad. I, of course, was perpetually scheming to find a way to get the two of us alone. It occupied my mind increasingly as the week wore on and as I became more sexually frustrated. I was perpetually hard, but I resisted relieving myself on the off chance that we might find a few minutes to be alone. My sexual frustration affected my concentration, which affected my ability to scheme to find a way to be with her. As the week wore on, it also affected my golf game. It had been a long week and. .. to Sheridan, Wyoming. Actually ... Wolf and Eaton’s Ranch.I’d like to say in was a dark and stormy night. I’d like to say it was snowing in the dead of winter. I’d like to say that ... but I can’t. It was a mild balmy day driving towards Three Forks ... somewhere south of Toston but not yet to the junction at Interstate 90 when I saw the proverbial thumb.In the summer, Montana and Wyoming are prime hikers areas. Going to this or that National Park or Wilderness Area for reasons only a mother.