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THE GUARDIAN
By Art Martin 

CHAPTER 2

MORNING AFTER
(M/f, inc, con, oral)

All through the remaining night and into the morning, Brad would waken briefly,
aware of his penis becoming erect, sliding into her.  She would squirm a little and
softly moan, but not wake up.  He would remain still; enjoying the feel of his dick
encased in its warm moist cradle before dozing off again.  He was hard again
when the alarm clock went off at 7 AM.  He reached over and turned off the
mindless dictator.  She was awake this time and he rolled her on to her back.

"Oh yes DaDee," she moaned as he gave her an energetic good morning fuck.
"You feel so good inside of me.  Fuck me, please fuck me."  

Brad did as she wished and fucked his baby girl like he use to fuck her mother. 
After getting his rocks off he rolled off.

"Morning baby!" he said brightly.

"Good morning DaDee," she replied barely opening her eyes. She looked over at
the clock and saw how late it was.  "Oh shit!  I'm going to late for school!"  She
started to get up but Brad restrained her.

"You're not going to school today Honeypot.  You didn't get enough sleep last
night.  You're going to stay home today and I'm going to fuck your sweet ass all
day!"

"But I have a test today in biology!"

"I'll test you in biology.  Birds and Bees 101.  I suspect you'll make an A, but you
have give it your full attention."

"I think you will be a fun teacher to have."

"I think you'll be a good pupil!"  He kissed her softly, nibbling at her lip, lightly
tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue, gently worming it into her mouth. 
Meanwhile his hands began to roam across her nubile and sumptuous body.   He
began kissing her neck.

"God DaDee, you're such a good kisser," she gushed as he approached her ear. 
"Mmmmmm, that feels soooo good."

He began nibbling on her erogenous fleshy ear lobe while nuzzling her ear with
his nose, then whispering, "You're so beautiful, the most beautiful girl I know,"
before burying his tongue in her ear canal.  Her breathing became noticeably
faster as he licked, nibbled and lightly smacked in her ear, his hot breath
communicating to her his desire and arousal.  She got so hot that she was panting
like a puppy dog.  He dragged a hand from her neck, across her tits and down to
her crotch.  At the touch of hand to her swollen sex, she let out a salacious groan.
She was still leaking from their last fuck and he scooped a glob of mixed jism and
pussy juice onto his fingers, and then rubbed the semen into her left nipple.  The
remainder he spread on her lips. One by one she sucked his fingers clean.

Brad kissed down her neck and nibbled and kissed her now heaving breasts,
circling in on her left nipple but studiously avoiding it, slowly licking the spunk
from her breast.  His hand descended to her crotch once again and gathered more
semen from her pussy and he coated her other breast with their mixture of sex
secretions.   He then put his wet fingers to her mouth for her to lick clean.  

After what seemed forever to the horny girl, her father's voracious mouth at last
zeroed in on her nipple and he orally worked it over, sucking, nibbling, sucking,
and licking, driving her wild with passion.  His hand descended once again to her
pussy, stroking her outer lips, teasing her mercilessly before he inserted his
middle and index finger up her vagina.  He found the slight fleshy bulge of her
G-spot and gently rubbed it with the pad of his fingertip, meanwhile he slipped
his thumb up her slippery slit to her clit and began stimulating it by squeezing her
pussy in his hand.  After a few minutes of this, her breasts began to change color,
reddening in splotches.  

Brad knew that she was on the edge.  He moved to her right nipple, and gently bit
it and pulled on it.  That was it.  Kim reacted with convulsive lurches and her
pussy tightened around his fingers as fresh hot juices poured from her steaming
sex, filling his hand and running down the crack of her ass and onto the soiled
sheets.  He released her tit and brought a handful of her own ejaculate up and
smeared it across her lips and face before inserting his fingers into her willing
mouth again for cleaning.

Brad slipped off the bed and stood, looking her over as she recovered.  She was a
mess, beautiful indeed, but a mess.  Her hair was a tangled, her face glistened, her
tits glistened, and her crotch was positively wet.  Patches of dried cum from the
previous evening clung to her thighs, her stomach and matted her pubic hair. Brad
liked what he saw. She was marked as his to do with as he pleased.  

Still he wasn't satisfied.  His enormous sexual appetite had been reawakened and
like a thirsty man after a long ordeal, he couldn't seem to slake his raging thirst. 
He leaned over and kissed her hot sopping pussy before grabbing her ankles and
pulling her off the bed.

Kim came back to reality at the shock of her butt hitting the floor.  Her back was
against the bed so that she was sitting upright, legs slightly splayed.  She looked
up into her father's crotch as he stood straddling her.  His flaccid dick was inches
from her face.  As much as she'd been fucked by this dick in the past ten hours,
she really had never seen it or the ball filled scrotum that produced such
prodigious quantities of sperm.  Even flaccid, his dick was impressive and she
thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.  She'd seen quite a few
dicks this past year, but none as perfect as her daddy's.  DaDee's dick was a very
thick, cut tube sitting on top of two very fat balls.   The head was a purplish color
with a very pleasing mushroom shape, not flat like a toadstool, but sleek like an
arrow. There was at least a half-inch overhang around the rim to the stalk of his
dick.  On the stalk, just below the rim of his glans was a dark brown ring.  She'd
noticed how all her cut boyfriends had this ring, whereas her uncut boyfriends did
not. She guessed correctly that the brown ring was the circumcision scar.  It
pleased her that her father was circumcised, as the foreskin didn't hide his
beautifully formed cock crown. She studied the patterns made by the tangle of
thick blue veins that ran the length of his dick.

She reflected that her daddy was bigger soft than Billy Watson was when he was
hard.  She knew that this may be unfair; he may have grown some, maybe a lot. 
She hadn't seen Billy this past year except at school after their two-week romance
that ended when she discovered that his best friend, Tom Volt had a much nicer
cock. Tom lasted about two weeks too until she took up with Tom's older brother
Jim.  Jim was so much more mature than either Billy or Tom.   After Jim, well
the guys in her class were just so immature that she only dated older guys.  Of
course there were Zach and Tommy, Traci's brothers, they really weren't
boyfriends per se, just easily available and always willing.  

Her latest boyfriend, Hank, was a senior and about to graduate from high school. 
Hank was a hunk, well hung, almost as well hung as her daddy, but now that she
had experienced making love to an older man, even Hank seemed somewhat
immature, or at least lacking in experience and fine technique.

She studied his wrinkled ball sack, hanging low and filled with his walnut sized
testicles.  DaDee wasn't nearly as hairy as Hank was.  Hank was positively
primitive, with thick black hair on every square inch of his massive frame,
whereas DaDee had just enough soft brown body hair to be manly and his genitals
were no exception.

"You know Honeypot," her father softly began as he rubbed his crotch into her
face, "your daddy likes to have his cock sucked, and it's been a long time since
I've had a girl as pretty as you suck me off.   Come on Baby, be good girl and suck
your daddy.  Show DaDee what a good cock sucker you are."

Kim really didn't need much coaxing.  She loved the feel of a dick in mouth.  She
loved the rich flavor of cum on her tongue.  It was just that her daddy was so big,
not so much now while he was limp, but when he was hard he was a lot thicker
round than even Hank. The warm glowing sensation radiating from her well
fucked pussy was a reminder just how thick he was, just how his beautiful cock
had stretched her cunt wider than ever before, much wider. She nuzzled her nose
into her father's genitals and breathed in the heady aroma of his funk, a pungent
mixture of cum, crotch sweat, and her own pussy.

Kim drew her legs under her and repositioned herself on her knees.  She started
licking the sensitive underside of his penis, starting just behind his glans and
slowly licked down the shaft following the little seam of flesh that runs from
dickhead to the scrotum and back to the anus.  She paused to lightly flick the tip
of her tongue over his puckered hole.

"God damn, Baby!  That feels sooooo good."  Brad had closed his eyes,
concentrating on savoring the delightful sensations.

By the time her tongue had traced it's way along the seam back to his dick, he was
semi-erect.  She gently nibbled at the seam of flesh that connected to the
underside of his glans. 

"Oh, fuck Baby, you've got promise," he moaned. 

His dick quickly grew to full erection and now she had the full length of his rigid
pole to play with.  She nibbled back down the shaft, following the same route as
before, gnawing at his thick cock tube bulging from beneath his shaft. She
playfully bit and stretched his sack as she slowly swept over and behind his balls
where she flickered her tongue from side to side until she was flicking his anus
again.

"Oh God damn!  God damn!" he moaned, eyes shut tightly as the pleasure welled
up deep inside his loins.  Teresa used to tease him like this and it always drove
him wild.

On her way back to his dick, she stopped to suck each ball into her mouth, rolling
it around, rubbing it with her tongue, giving him a preview of things to come. 
Then back up the throbbing shaft, veins bulging with blood, her tongue making
little circles as she slowly spiraled up the shaft. 

Clear pre-cum oozed freely from his cock hole, running down his glans to meet
her teasing tongue at that most sensitive junction.  It was a taste that she adored
and she followed the slimy tasty trail to its source. She grasped his dick in her
hand and ran her thumb up his cock tube from the base to the head, milking the
pre-cum that filled it into her greedy mouth as she puckered her lips and sucked
on his cock hole.  Then she opened her sultry lips just enough to allow the
velvety-smooth cock crown to slide into her mouth.  She kissed and sucked his
cockhead, thrashing it with her swirling tongue.  Quickly his glans became so
sensitive that every time she ran her tongue across it, his knees would flinch and
he would utter a little gasping sound.  She bobbed her head,
inserting and withdrawing his glans, sweeping it repeatedly with her hot moist
lips.

She was licking his cock slit and about to try and force his thick dick further into
her mouth, when he let out a breathless plea, "Oh sweet mercy!"     She felt the
head swell in her mouth and felt with her hand his cock tube pulsate as he erupted
into her mouth.  "Ahhhhhhhh!  Ahhhhhh!   Ahhhhh!" he cried in sync with the
pulses of his spewing cock. He pulled his dick from her mouth and continued to
spew thick milky-white semen aiming it to splash onto her surprised face, "Ahhh! 
Ahhhh!  Ahh!  Ahhh!" and one final "Ah fuck!" as he jammed his dick back
between her lips.

He sank to his knees, dragging his oozing dick across her neck, chest and
stomach, leaving a thin trail of cum down her torso.  He rested his head on her
shoulders until he recovered.  After a minute, he looked up into her face.  Great
globs of cum tenaciously clung to her face as other globs, succumbing to gravity,
ran down her cheeks and dripped onto her tits.  He took a finger and scooped up a
glob and licked it clean.  He scooped up another glob and presented it to her lips,
she immediately sucked his finger clean.  He kissed her, a great sloppy kiss,
designed to smear his cum across both of their faces.

He rocked back on his heels and smiled and chuckled.  "You're a fucking mess
Baby!"

She beamed back at him.  "I enjoy being a mess sometimes.  I especially like
being a mess with you DaDee."

"You're one fantastic cock sucker little girl.  Where did you learn to give a blow
job like that?"

She blushed at his crudeness.  "Mommy taught me."

Brad was a little shocked.   "Mommy taught you?"

"Well, she told me what to do and how to do it.  All the guys sure seem to like it."

"I bet they do!  When did she teach you this?"

"Oh, right after she put me on the pill.  She said it was something I needed to
know.  You know, I sure miss Mommy.  We were so close.  I'd tell her everything
and she'd tell me everything."

"Everything?"

"Well, maybe not everything, but what I needed to know as a woman.  You know,
how my body works, how a man's body works, how to make love, how to please a
man, how to please a girl."

"How to please a girl?"  Teresa was randy, but he never figured she would teach
her daughter that.

"Well yes, you know sometimes it's just fun to be very naughty, especially with a
good friend."

"Like who?"

"Mom always said what went on between two people was their business and no
one else, and that it was always best not to talk about it to anyone else."  She
paused a moment, smearing his cum across her tits.  "DaDee, last night you called
me a slut. Do you think I'm a slut?"

He wasn't sure how to answer her.  He didn't recall calling her a slut, but maybe in
the heat of passion he had.  "Well, you know, when your mother and I made love,
sometimes we got carried away, and I would call her a slut.  She seemed to like it
then.  Other times, when I would be angry and I called her slut, she didn't like it."

"I liked it last night when you called me that.  It made me feel very naughty."

"You are a naughty little slut, fucking your daddy like that.  What will the
neighbors think?"

"We don't have any neighbors."

"Oh yeah!"     

He stood up and helped her off the floor.  He took her in his arms and kissed her
again, lewdly rubbing her pussy.  "Well right now you look like a gang banging
whore who worked overtime.  Come on Babygirl, let's get cleaned up and then get
a bite to eat, I'm famished."   

He led her to his large walk-in shower.  The shower had four showerheads, so that
water cascaded across your body from four directions.  They could act as one
head or they could be individually controlled though Brad had never used that
option.  Like the rest of the house, Teresa spared no expense and the master bath
was elegant, suitable for entertaining intimate friends.  

They spent a long time lingering in the shower, soaping each other up, cleaning
every nook and cranny before starting all over again.  The feel of her silky smooth
skin as he ran his soapy hands across her nude body and the feel of her bare flesh
sliding across his chest as he ground his body into hers was getting him turned on
again, but hunger was getting the best of him.  He turned off the shower and
kissed her once again.

"I want to fuck you right now Baby, but if I do, I think I'll pass out from hunger
and incestuous bliss."

She coyly smiled and threw him a towel.  "Yeah right!  Remember DaDee, put up
or shut up.  You want to fuck me, fuck me, but don't give me that 'I'm hungry'
bullshit.  Mom was right.  You guys are all alike. All you really want to do is eat,
drink and take advantage of horny girls, in that order."

"And what do horny little girls want to do?"

She looked him straight in the eye and smiled.  "Fuck."

Brad headed for the kitchen to fix coffee and fix some breakfast, leaving Kim to
towel dry her hair.  It was already 10:30 AM and he was famished.  He turned the
coffee pot on and dug around the refrigerator finding eggs, Mexican sausage,
flour tortillas and hot salsa.   As the sausage browned in an iron skillet he picked
up the phone, pulled up the memory and dialed her high school's assistant
principal for freshmen.

"Rockford High School, Mrs. Coleman speaking."

"Ms. Coleman, this is Brad Johnson.  My daughter Kim is not feeling well and
will not be at school today."

"Oh, that's too bad, I hope she's feeling well soon."

"She'll be fine tomorrow, but she's concerned about a biology test today."

"Tell her not worry, the school's closed today.  We just have the staff here today
cleaning up.  We have lots of broken glass and water damage from last night's
storm.  Did you have any damage?"

Brad had completely forgotten about the storm last night. He didn't have a clue as
to what kind of damage there was.  "I'm not sure. I guess I need to get an
insurance appraiser out here."

"Well the roof of my house is completely destroyed, and there's a lot of water
damage.  You should see my husband's truck.  It was outside and it looks like
someone took a sledgehammer to it.  There are lots of power lines and telephone
lines down all across town."

"Well I think we're OK.  The phone works and I have power.  I'm sorry to hear
that you got so much damage Mrs. Coleman.  Well nice talking to you."

"Goodbye, Mr. Johnson."

'Linda Coleman.  Now that's a nice piece,' he thought.  He knew her socially from
the Rockford Country Club.  He played golf with her husband, Lenny, a couple of
times.  When she had a few drinks, she turned into a bit of a flirt.  He was sure
that last year it was no accident when she brushed her boobs across his shoulder. 
Teresa was with him, but she didn't like Lenny and so he didn't pursue it.

He poured himself a cup of black coffee and replaced the pot as the coffee
continued to brew. The sausage was ready and he drained the fat before adding
the eggs.  He placed a stack of tortillas on a plate and zapped them in the
microwave.  "Kim!  Breakfast is ready!"

A minute later Kim strolled in the kitchen, a towel wrapped around her hair and a
towel wrapped around her body.  Brad looked at her, sat his coffee down and
pulled the towel away from her body.  "Dress code violation, uniform of the day
is au naturel."  He leaned over and kissed her tit.  "How can I lick your tits when
they're all covered up?"

Her eyes brightened, "Did you call school?"

"Yep, school's closed today, storm damage."

"Good, I hate missing a test, the make-ups are always harder."

"I'm harder with you naked."

"Oh, DaDee!  You're so bad."

He was about to tweak a nipple when he smelled the eggs burning.  "Damn!  Now
look what you made me do!"  He frantically removed the eggs from the heat and
quickly scooped the unburned portion onto a plate.  "Hope they taste OK.  Hell,
with that salsa, anything tastes good."

Kim set the table and got herself a glass of milk while Brad placed the food on
the table.  He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.  She had a body to die for and it
commanded his attention.  The sway of her ass cheeks as she walked was
incredibly sexy.  As she stood facing away from him, he could plainly see her
pussy lips protruding.  She turned and walked to the table, firm tits jiggling as she
walked.

"DaDee, you've got a hard on!"

"You bet I do Baby."

"Mommy told me you were insatiable once you got worked up."

"Yeah, and I'm certainly worked up over you.  Damn you're beautiful!"

"Thank you, now will you say grace?"

Brad wasn't particularly religious but asking God to bless their meal was a
long-standing tradition ingrained by his parents.  He had to laugh.  It was so
incongruous.  Here they were, fresh from violating a major taboo, wallowing in
sin.  If there were a God, they were going straight to hell and to ask God to bless
their food was inviting food poisoning.  To be flagrantly sacrilegious wasn't any
worse than what he had already done and honestly, thanks should be given for his
good fortune.  He raised his hands open to the heavens and intoned, "Thank you
Lord, for sending Kim to my bed last night.  She's your finest creation and a
wonderful fuck.  Amen."

"DaDee!"

"Well it's true!  You know what they say, the Lord acts in mysterious ways, and
who are we to question Him.  I'm happy with what He's given me and I thank Him
accordingly."

She looked at him like he'd lost is mind before she started giggling.  "You know,
honestly, I wasn't planning on starting anything last night DaDee, I was just
scared."  They served their plates and continued to chat.

"And I wasn't planning to rape you.  It just happened."

"You didn't rape me."

"In the eyes of the law I did."

"Well I'm glad it happened."

"Me too.  You are a wonderful fuck."

"What about you!  Mommy was right.  You are a wonderful lover.  It's a shame to
let you go to waste and I claim you as mine."

"You can have me as long as I can have you."

"Anytime DaDee, anytime.  When I realized your dick was inside me last night, I
wasn't scared, I wasn't shocked, I just wanted all of it.  And you're so big! 
Mommy said you were big but I had no idea how you'd stretch me and fill me up
like that.  Mommy also said you had great stamina and great technique.  That's an
understatement!  You're like that stupid bunny on TV, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! 
On and on you go, bam, bam, bam, bam!  Making me cum and cum and cum and
cum!  God, I lost count after the first fifteen minutes!  With most guys its over
and done with in five minutes without me even close to an orgasm. You are the
best DaDee, so anytime you want me, take me."

"I plan on doing just that Baby."  He took a bite out of his breakfast burrito and
pondered the consequences of their illicit taboo affair.   Shit, he could really get
in trouble and go to jail for raping his daughter. "You have to keep this secret
Kim, even from Traci.  You're a minor and what we're doing is incest.  Society
takes a very dim view of incest, especially when a depraved father's doing his
underage children."

"I'm not a child and I'm OK with it."

"In the eyes of the law, you are a child and I'm raping you.  Your consent is
irrelevant."

"That's stupid!"

"Stupid or not, it's the law and I don't want to go to prison for having sex with
you, so keep it a secret.  What we do together in this house is nobody's business
but ours."

"I'll keep it secret DaDee."

"Another thing, how many boys have you fucked?"

"DaDee!  That's personal."

"Personal or not, there is a heath issue here.  So, how many boys?  Four?"

She laughed at his naivety.  "More."

"Ten?"

"More"

"Jesus!  When did you start?"

"About a year ago."  Brad contemplated the number of partners in such a short
time.  She was a slut!  She noticed the frown on his face.  "DaDee, are you
jealous?"

"No just concerned.  Do you use condoms with these boys?"

"No DaDee, I'm on the pill!"

"I know that, but what I'm concerned about is disease.  You've got to protect
yourself.  We can't change what's happened in the past and just have to hope for
the best, but from now on, you must use a condom."

"The guys don't like it."

"It's for their protection too.  They had better get use to it or die at an early age. 
Don't you know that there are horrid, incurable diseases out there!  Before you
were born, nobody had ever heard of AIDS or some of the other nasty things now
going around.  That's why your mother and I stopped..."

"Stopped what?"

"Never mind, what we're talking about is now and the future.  I can understand
your boyfriends' reluctance to use a rubber, but it's not an option for them
anymore.  I don't want you to catch something that will kill you! Look, I plan on
fucking you bareback and I don't want to catch anything either.  I'll get you a
supply, just be sure and use them."

"You want me to use them?"

"Absolutely!"

"You mean I have your permission?"

"Permission?"

Kim cocked her head to one side and tested the waters.  "Yeah, permission to
have sex with other guys as long as we use rubbers.  You don't mind if I sleep
around?"

Brad felt somewhat trapped.   Actually he did mind.  He certainly wasn't the first
to fuck her, and to demand fidelity from her was unrealistic. As a father he didn't
want some strange guy, maybe with spiked hair and a tattooed dick, fucking his
little girl, but he couldn't stop her if that what she wanted to do.  She was fucking
him and he was her loving father.  Did he want her just for himself?  Yeah, but he
knew that was unrealistic too.  Hell, she was a teenager, with very different
interests than his own.  She had her life to live.  He couldn't very well lock her in
the house for his pleasure only.  She had football games, dances, swim parties,
drinking parties, and probably fucking parties and he certainly couldn't be her
date.  That was Big Jim's problem.  He wanted to possess Teresa and was furious
when she married Brad.  Brad wasn't going to inherit that mantle; he'd already
inherited enough from the old bastard.  Kim was smiling at him, paying with a
nipple, waiting on his answer.

"It would be absurd for me to try and stop you from having sex with whomever
you want, whenever you want.  I just want you safe."

"Safe?  Is that all?"

"No, available.  Available to me so that we can have some quality time together."

"I already told you DaDee, anytime, anytime.  I just wanted to be sure what the
ground rules are."

Brad was uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going.  "Use a
rubber.  No exceptions." He reached over and pulled off the towel still wrapped
around her hair.  "I told you, today is au naturel."

Brad excused himself.  He had to check on any damages from the storm.  Kim
cleaned the kitchen before returning her attention to her wet hair.  Stepping out
onto the patio, he glanced around.  What a difference from yesterday!  The trees
had leafed out two weeks ago and you couldn't see the water in the coves on
either side of the house.  Today, all the leaves were stripped from the trees,
littering the ground in a bright green carpet.  He could easily see across both
coves from where he stood.  Locating a pair of sandals, he slipped them on and
began his inspection of the property.

The patio and deck were covered in organic detritus.  The first problem he found
was the hot tub cover was smashed, it's back broken.  He pulled it off to the side. 
The pumps were still working and the water was hot, no real damage done.

He walked around the house, standing away so that he could see the roof.  It
looked okay, but you never knew, even a slate roof could have a few broken
singles.  Yes, over there, a few shingles were at an odd angle.   On west side of
the house, he found a few windows the where the glass was cracked, but nothing
broken out.

He strolled out down to his shop where he stored his car wash supplies. He could
see as he approached that the windows on the west side were all broken out.  No
big deal, nothing but drums of detergent and wax stored inside along with a few
other things that shouldn't be affected too much by blowing rain.  The most
damage was to his work truck, an old white Econoline van that looked a lot worse
for the night.  Dents, big and small were everywhere.  The windshield was
cracked.   A tree limb partially crushed the top.  Oh well, it was old anyway.  He
mused how Kim hated to be dropped off at school in that van when he was on his
way to his rounds, she would really hate it now.

He went down towards the boat dock, located on the north cove.  He glanced
around scanning the water for fishermen.  There was no one in sight.  He was still
nude except for the sandals.  He liked walking the property in the buff and often
did just that when Kim was in school.  The house was situated on a fifteen-acre
peninsula that made up the grounds for the house.  He also owned the lakefront
property on the other side of both the north and south coves.  The house was only
partially visible from the lake, from the east end of the peninsula. The property
was very private.

At the sight of the condition of the boathouse he was a bit dismayed.  Most of the
tin roofing had blown off, some panels still hanging by a nail, other panels
completely gone.  He looked out to the floating dock moored in the middle of the
cove.  The sailboat was gone!  Kim and her friends had taken it out yesterday. 
They must not have tied it up properly and no doubt the mooring came loose
during the storm, the strong westerly winds driving it out into the lake.  The
'Spread Eagle' was nowhere to be seen.  "Fuck!"  He hadn't taken it out since his
close friends, Ed and Lisa Helms moved about a year ago, but now he was going
to have to search the lake for it and Lake Rockford was a big lake.

He looked across the cove to where the Helm's floating pier used to be.  When Ed
sold his house, access rights to the pier didn't go with it.  Brad remembered that
after Ed sold the pier and they were towing it to its new owners, Ed made the
comment, "It's a good thing we're moving Brad.  That little girl of yours, shit, I'd
jump on that in a heart's beat!"

"Ed!  That's my daughter you're talking about!"

"I know.  I'm just saying..."

"Fuck off Ed!"

After all those years, they parted on a sour note.  He wondered what Ed would say
now about his righteous indignation.  He and Teresa were planning to visit them
at their new home in San Francisco, but then Big Jim died.  Before they could
reschedule, Teresa was dead.  They missed her funeral because Ed and Lisa were
in Asia for three months on business. He hadn't seen them since they moved.







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