”“I’m glad,” Michael agreed. He was soaked to the skin in spite of the heavy rain coat and pants he was wearing. The two men drove their Gator... down the hill to the backpacker campsite.“Hello, anybody here?” Jim called out when their noisy ATVs didn’t attract anyone’s attention.“Now what, buddy?” Michael asked as Jim poked around the deserted campsite.“Let’s hike up along the lake shore and call for them,” Jim suggested. “How far could they have gone?”“I don’t know,” Michael said.“Walk about. They had flown me to the Union Clinic.I wished I had died that night as well, I missed her so much! While I was still a kid and not supposed to understand it all, I believed to know the reason why father killed mother and why he hate me so much. Midril, the cook had explained it to me more than once, and she knew every rumor, gossip and local story there was to know. Father, so she had explained to me one morning, was the oldest heir to the Olafson clan. It was an old clan and its linage. "I'd ask if you had fun, but I can see that you didn't. Have you eaten dinner?" She asked casually."Mostly I drank it. Someone kept giving me plates of things with tails, and I lost my appetite." He said, relaxing into the chair. "Yes, I know they're just crabs with the shells still on them, but I prefer my food lacking in identifiable parts. I hate docking." He added and let his head fall against the back of the chair, his arms dangling over the chair's stuffed arms."Why do you do it, then?. Don't be so shocked! How many times did you and I sit on this very bed and talk about the sexual desire I felt for this man? How many times did you tell me that 'good girls don't fuck their fathers'? Well, mother, he isn't my father and I am going to fuck him!"Sammy laid back down on top of her mother. They lay eye to eye as Sam maneuvered himself into position for Sammy's deflowering. Ever so gently he guided his fearsome weapon to the mouth of Sammy's virgin cunt. Rubbing the weeping head up.