" She answered with a knowing smile."He was supposed to meet you here and didn't show up?" Perhaps." She answered mysteriously."I'm Logan." I said, in...roducing myself."My name is Briana." She answered with a smile."Briana. Pretty name." Thank you. I like Logan too."We found an out of the way spot that was relatively quiet. Briana was a fascinating young woman. It seemed we had no problem finding things to talk about. In the course of our chat I discovered that she was the same age as I was, 21.. I cleared what was left of our pizza and washed the glasses and decided to go up and sleep too. The thoughts of my daughter couldn’t leave me no matter how hard I tried repeating she was my baby and that even mere thoughts were wrong. I switched of the lights and started to count the sheep but I still couldn’t stop thinking about how good touching my daughter’s breasts felt and wondering what she looked like naked. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a slight knock on my bedroom door. I opened. Mama came in and I could see the hunger in his face. He looked at me and said, “Marvelous Noor, you look absolutely gorgeous”.I just asked, “So, how does it feel to be standing in front of your half-niece, who you cradled in your arms 20 years ago”? He just said “pretty fucking wrong” and “pretty fucking awesome”. He came and stood almost touching me close. I could feel his breath on my face and was wondering what he was going to do. He was visibly turned on, and I asked teasingly “so Mama,. The elevated tee box made it look like an eagle chance. Of course, it was very deceptive. The hole robbed you by offering you a very narrow landing zone. The Out of Bounds was artificially narrowed to about 35 ft by a rope strung up the length of the right-hand side of the fairway to where the dogleg left started. This forced you to make a blind second shot. You needed to aim far left, too far to the left, made the tree line come into play, along with the heavy rough, contributing to a high.