She had no want to replace her mother. The thought of being her father's wife wasn't what she had planned for her future. But to share his bed was ano...her matter altogether.Getting him into that bed, or more specifically, into her snatch was another problem.Linda wasn't a girl. Over a year ago she had felt the thrill of her first lover moving between her willing thighs. It had been a summer romance with the cousin of one of her best friends who had been visiting for a week. When he returned. No response.Back at the house, instead of retiring for the night, I suggested a walk to our new home site."Okay," Alana said. "I'll change my shoes." No, we'll be careful. There's a full moon, we'll be able to see well enough to avoid tripping or scuffing our shoes.We strolled hand in hand admiring the night sky and the black Sangre de Cristo Mountains off in the distance.When we stood on the ground where our new home would rise up to give us our own place to live and grow, I turned her to. He did.“Master Chief Anderson, put me through to the Ambassador.”Ooo, the big guns. Chief Anderson is more than he appears.He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, had the accoster open the door, back out, red faced and resume his/her original pursuit. We twiddled, sat against the wall, stood against the wall and were bored.If we had known how long this would take we’d have had a nap.The door opened. A hand beckoned. We. "We agreed to meet at a restaurant she liked called "Benji's" just east of downtown. She had to give me directions.Benji's turned out to be kind of a dive, specializing in Chili Macs and beer. But it was doing a good business and I ended up taking a table outside the enclosed dining area, out in a kind of grungy open-air terrace. I gathered this was the smoking section.Before I could get settled in, a small brunette with very pale skin, freckles, big green eyes and a compact little body.