I don’t remember the exact date of the Danang ammo dump explosion, but if memory serves me correctly, it was in the latter part of April, 1969. I al...o remember it happened on a Sunday morning. It was one of those few Sunday mornings that I was actually out and about. Sundays were very typical sleep-in morning’s in-country.I was a little nervous that morning because I was wandering around in an area not overly familiar to me and I was by myself. I had spent the night debauching and drinking with. ”“Mine will be up at some point as well,” I said. “Probably after Albert is born so they only have to make one trip.”“My mom and Paul want to come up over the summer as well,” Kara said. “Something about spoiling their granddaughter!”“They’re always welcome,” I said.We hung out for about an hour before I started getting the grill ready. When my sister’s guests began to arrive, Jessica, Kara, and Birgit went into the house. I made a quick trip to the basement to ask Abbie to come outside, and. A few months later Helen was telling me about her last case (she never discussed ongoing ones) and the fallout in a family where the father had been prosecuted for having sex with his daughters."Poor man," she said. "I know it's a crime, but they were so in love with him and weren't being abused. I suspect that they'd initiated the sex, but the law is the law." I've read it happens more than we think, or like to think anyway," I replied."Well, I don't know about that, but in this case it was. She closed her eyes and tried opening them, hoping she was dreaming, but quickly realized what was happening was real. She could feel his breath on her neck and feel his fingers sliding under the material of her suit into her ass crack. She jumped as one of his digits touched her anus. She wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn`tget the words out. All of a sudden she felt his hands go up the back of her shirt and grab the top of her bikini bottoms and yank them down her legs. She was horrified.