"Soft voice. "Hi, Mister Dave. How're ya feelin'?" Like I got run over by a truck." I tried a smile. I guess it showed because I heard a tiny hint of ...a giggle."You did, Mister Dave. Well, not run over, but pretty well smacked." What happened. Did anybody see?" I did," Ronni said. "You had your weed-eater out to trim around your mailbox when that truck came around the corner and lost control. It hit you and knocked you into my yard and it ended up hitting our tree." She took a breath. "Mom. The contour of it was just as warm and soft as her shoulder. I let go of her right hand and rested my hand on the bare waist of her right side so both were now equal. I pulled my naked daughter close to me. Molly wrapped her arms around me and I ran my hands over the small of her back. It felt so good to hold something so tender and erotic. Dont I feel good daddy? You never knew that I could feel so soft and so pure. I let out a soft moan and drifted my hands lower. I felt the firm roundness of. And of course, I want to get the innocent – gardeners and household staff – out first, so a night attack would be best."That sounded fine to me, and I began to think about what the 'match' could be.We chatted about this and that all through Arizona, and about an hour into California, one of Io's casual comments brought me out of my reverie."And of course, there's the fracking just getting started in northwest New Mexico. That may have an impact on the reservation," said Io casually."Huh? What. Unless it was the meeting place of two kinds of rock ... the soft rock of shallow ocean bottom and the hard basalt of volcanism.Well, you say, how did the edge appear? Runoff, baby, runoff ... lots and lots of rapid glacial melt seeking the easy way out ... BILLIONS of acre feet of melting ice: the Hudson's Bay ice cap was fifteen THOUSAND feet thick, and that's the Ice Age we know best because the evidence of previous glaciations were erased by the most recent one.Runoff water cutting a swath.