.. you can’t get there from here. Where were you headed before you made for Ottawa?”“Pentwater.”“Where’s that?”“Lake Michigan.”“Pe...twater in the Princessapality or FedA?”“Princessapality,” I said. “Ya know ... I didn’t know there was such a thing when I left Dunedin.”“Didn’t?”“Nope.”“Where you been?”“At sea since I was Ten.”“Really? That must have been some trip.”“Wasn’t always at sea ... worked some in New Zealand and Australia.”“What did you do?”“Built boats ... catamarans.”“Must have been. Similar situation continued for another day. My erections and sexual urge were troubling me badly. I had almost overcome my dilemma regarding seduction of my daughter. The 3rd day was a Saturday. I thought today I must do something. Or else I couldn’t live peacefully with my sexy daughter moving around me all the time. I plotted some simple plan to seduce my daughter that day. Her school finishes early on Saturday. She came home at about 2pm. I took her out for lunch. I bought her favorite. I ran my fingers through his floppy brown hair. His other hand began tracing up my leg towards my thigh. Gently, he massaged them. I felt like I was on fire. Every touch was like a jolt of lightning coming out of his fingertips. His head rose from my bosom and our lips met once more. I opened my eyes and saw his were shining like the sun in the sky. His hand was slowly tracing further up my skirt. I felt myself dripping in my pretty white French knickers. His fingers started to stroke the soft. ”To the bully’s surprise, Seth, even though he was smaller, wasn’t pushed aside. As the power of the man’s shove dissipated Seth stepped into him and shoved him back. He then turned back to the bar and picked up his beer for another swallow. That infuriated the bully more and he reached for his gun as he said, “Ye damn tinhorn. Nobody pushes Jack Seivers around and gets away with it.”Seth took a step back and turned to face the bully as he pulled his pistol. He was glad he had been practicing.