She recognized his prick! How could he? How could her own mother?Sandra felt rather than saw her daughter's presence in the room. She glanced out of t...e corner of her eye and saw Kathy standing in the doorway. The look on Kathy's young face tore at Sandra's heart! The child looked absolutely devastated.In that instant, perhaps aided by the alcohol in her system, Sandra Marsh knew what she had to do."You're home early, Kathy darling," Sandra remarked, removing her mouth from Scott's throbbing. Cal started checking the gear while Ron started pre-flighting the plane. Cal pulled everything apart making sure that nothing had been forgotten. Cal and Ron were going to check into the fishing lodge and then take the inflatable raft downstream. They would camp out two miles from the Lodge. This was a man's dream, nothing but two pals and 3 days of fishing and telling each other lies. The fishing spot that they had found was one of the best in Alaska. Neither would tell anyone where it was.. Her door attendant even had the door open before we reached the bottom steps. "Good afternoon Ms. Johnson." He beamed down at her."Good afternoon Charles ... how are you today?" Sylvie warmly greeted the attendant."Fine mam, just fine." He continued to smile as he nodded his head towards Sylvie. As an after-thought, he nodded at me, "Afternoon Sir!"I smiled at the portly door attendant, "Afternoon to you Charles."We rode the elevator up in silence and when we reached the top floor, we stepped. But I'm closing up shop in a few minutes."She grinned widely. "Thanks, big bro! Come on, it's out here."I walked with her outside to the parking lot, noticing that Coby's Harley was already gone. The only vehicles outside was my own lovely Mercedes, and a yellow Datsun. I walked up to the car and gave it a once-over."So, I take it there's a problem?"Helen nodded to me, leaning against the hood. "The brakes. I'm afraid they're about to snap."I sighed, kneeling down so I could get a better look.