Perhaps in a week or two, it would be completely gone. She knew she would always have memories of Frank, a few good, mostly bad. But that was as it sh...uld be. To forget the hurt and the pain, that was the way it was supposed to be too.She glanced across the tent to her unfinished packing chore. Sooner or later, she would have to rise and complete the task and start back home.Home? She shook her head. There was no home waiting for her now. If she knew Frank, she would find all her things waiting. “Why?”“Just something to relax you,” she says again. “You arerelaxed, aren’t you Mom?” My daughter is shimmeringhair, and the magic gleam of moonlight dancing inamethyst eyes. She rises and moves to stand close besidethe bed, her eyes still holding mine. “Carlo? Why don’tyou leave us alone for just a while?” I can feel the bedmove as he rolls to his feet and pads away. She bendsand strokes the side of my face with her. That was a weird feeling being turned on by the thought of your parent jacking off.With those strange thoughts running through my head, we finally went to bed.I tossed and turned late into the night with images of my father making love to my mother, and then with Kari and Charmie and finally my perverted little mind had me being plowed against the bed sheets as my dad thrust into me grunting softly with the effort to find his pleasure.I finally drifted off still dreaming that dad was doing me. “I was thinking I’d like to go back to the lake today,” she suggested.“That’s not a good idea.”Glancing at him, she smiled. “Even with real bathing suits?”Grandpa shuffled slightly. He looked at her, his blue eyes warm, no crinkles of amusement. “Even with real bathing suits.”“Why?”“Rachael, honey, you can blame the Greeks.”“The Greeks? Why?”“Pandora’s box, which was, in fact, a jar.”“Huh?”Grandpa put his arm over her shoulders. She leaned against him.“In Greek mythology, in Hesiod’s Works and.