A long time. Must be.....what, 40 years." Don't think we ever, really, had a chat Geordie. Did we? All we had in common was....well. Lesley's mother....Did you know I was her real father." Let's get one thing straight Ernie.....I'm her real dad. And you know it. Maybe your the egg donor....but I raised her as my own. I'm her dad" Ok...thank fuck your were there. When she told me she was up the stick...I nearly shit myself. If she'd wanted me to be her 'dad', I'd have fucked off immediately. No. That isn't good."I looked at her a second before answering, "This isn't whiskey. This is a special brandy that people from the big cities pay a lot of money for. We don't make any whiskey, just wine and wine products."The girl or lady looked confused when she said, "I don't know what you say, brandy. I know wine, but only cheap wine they sell on the reservation. When men can't afford whiskey, they buy the cheap wine and it makes them just as mean and just as sick."I told her, "I doubt anyone on. It's how he makes you feel. Submissive,slightly vulnerable, compliant, pretty, protected. OMG, it hits you. Heis an Alpha, and you are assuming your natural position with him. Youalways used to fancy yourself as an alpha/take charge kind of guy, andpresented yourself that way in your life. But deep down inside you knewit was an act, and the fact that you have just naturally assumed the"lower feminine" role around him really surprises you, and gives you anice warm feeling inside. It feels real.. ’ ‘Were on a stump, don’t anybody make any sudden moves.’ I revved the motor in hopes of backing off of the stump but it didn’t budge. I tried going forward too but no luck. We were stuck. I came out of my waders and shed a few clothes and slipped over the side and edged my way around in the cold dark water till I could feel the stump with my foot. I pushed to no avail trying to get the boat free from its wedged position over the tiny and sharp pointed stump that lay inches below the surface,.