Mom came out about five minutes later in a bikini I had not seen before. It was a blue floral bikini that left little to the imagination. “So, what ...do you think, darling?” Mom asked as she winked at me. I suddenly remembered we had to keep up our ruse in order to stay here. “Oh, you look absolutely hot my dear,” I replied. Mom walked over and gave me a big smooch. There wasn’t any tongue, but it was definitely not the kind of kiss a mother should give to her son. “Thank you dear,” she said in. She said we would, that she would never leave me, but I didn't really believe it. Hoped, but didn't believe. I wasn't even sure that would be good for her. But I wasn't ready for it yet and I sure as hell wasn't ready for it right fucking now! The way she was headed, I wasn't sure we would remain as father and daughter."Move it, Dad, or I will move you," Amy threatened."You'll have to kill me to get to her, Amy. Can you do that? Is it worth that?" I said quietly, and she knew I meant every word. “I’m so sorry’ I feel so awful’ I hate myself; I love you; please, please forgive me,” were some of the things Claire wailed after collapsing on my lap. We probably remained in that position for twenty minutes, Claire weeping as she laid across my lap and me instinctively stroking her head and shoulder. I used every ounce of will power I had to not jump up and start screaming at her and throwing things around. I don’t know why but then a sudden tranquility came over me. A naïve high libido. Even with her 'proper shoes' the uneven groundwas beginning to hurt Abigail's feet."What's this symbol mean Morgan?" Abigail pointed to an old stump. Carvedon the stump was a runic symbol of three crosses in the shape of atriangle."It's for protection child." An old woman with a gentle face entered theclearing. Dressed in greens and reds her clothes were like many of theolder residents of Skogshaven whose relatives came over from Scandinavia.For some time I had felt a presence watching us but I.