The real McCoy. That figured. I could just imagine Harmon up in the Artic, stalking the beast at temperatures of about, eighty below. But somehow I co...uldn't imagine him married to either Sarah or Bonnie. But you never know.After I'd touched the match to the gas and adjusted the flame so that the tips were curling around the logs, I straightened up again. I'd noted that the fireplace had been hot, as though the gas had been turned off recently."Oh, that's nice," Bonnie said.I turned around and. The girls followed us and Eric kept grinning and glancing back. The Guardsmen on this side glared and when we reached the other side of the river the Guardsmen were waiting. They stared as we stopped at their notice board. We got the name and suspected location before leaving.Why men that are running go to taverns I will never understand. This one was in a area where barges were made. The tavern was not busy but the man we were after had two men with him. Eric stopped short and held out an arm. "Well, to truly be absolved of our sins we must proclaim them all and seek forgiveness." Sir smirked at her as her eyes grew wide from taking in his hardened member and the way he twisted his hand around it playfully. His cock was always a high reward for her, seeing it, touching it, tasting it, being fucked by it; it was always an enthralling and rare occasion. It stood proudly, and looked delicious when swollen. She stuttered "I-I... have been living with a man, father. I've been living with. ”“Well?” she demanded. “Do you need an engraved invitation to leave?” I turned and started toward the door. “No, wait. I need money for the night. How much do you have?” I paused. “I could always ask Mom… maybe have a conversation with her about your behavior this evening?” My heart sunk. Was my step-daughter-to-be blackmailing me?I reached into my wallet, and thumbed through the $200 in twenties within. “That’ll do.”“There’s $200 there!”“Yeah, I think that’ll be enough. .