CHAPTER 1
The day was steaming and Roy Drum was tired and irritable when he arrived home to find his wife Trudy was out and as usual her over-fed dog ignored him.
Daughter Denise, who hated her name and wearing only panties, entered the kitchen.
She said dully, "Want a cold beer?"
"Jesus Denise, for put some clothes on. I'm your father."
She tossed him a beer anyway and he fumbled the catch.
"Has their been doubt that you are my father? Was that what you and mum were shouting about last night?"
"No I'm your father and your mum got mad when I said it was too hot for sex."
Denise's mouth dropped. "Do you and mum still have sex?"
The reply was to go and dress.
"Don't you like these daddy?" she said, scowling, and cupping her breasts.
"They're okay."
"As good as mum's?"
"Better."
Denise looked pleased and sat with a Coke.
"Mum's gone to stay with her parents until you become reasonable again."
"Oh crap. Not that again."
The 18-year old trickled some cold Coke between her breasts in a vain endeavor to cool off.
"Go do your homework and stop wasting your drink."
She sighed. "Dad don't be a jerk. You attended my graduation last week remember? I await going to college and most of my friends and all the half-decent guys have left town."
They sat in silence.
Denise knew her father was thinking. He kept stroking his chin.
A couple of minutes later he pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Ivan it's Roy. Something's come up. I need to go away for eight days. You run the company in my absence and refer any problems you have to the chairman. I'll send a confirming email to the chairman and Dot and all executive staff. Here's my daughter's phone number to contact me if you need me urgently. I'm not taking my phone."
He listened to something Roy said and thanked Roy and cut the call.
"I didn't say you could have my phone."
Roy said he wasn't borrowing it.
"You are coming with me on an adventure I did with Mary Royce when we were eighteen. You and I will do everything Mary and I did... er apart from the sex."
"Oh the sex will be okay daddy. I'm not anticipating a sex-free summer."
Roy snapped enough of that talk and told her to take the dog over to Mrs Smith who adored the little pile of absurdity and to leave a note for her mother saying where the dog was and they'd be back on or about the 24th.
"The dog's name is Rufus in case you have lapsed into dementia."
"You have a cruel tongue, just like your mother."
"I take it I have no say about going on this fucking adventure?"
"Correct and watch your foul mouth young lady."
"Oooh young lady am I?" she said, bouncing her breasts.
Roy sighed and went to send the memo.
Denise returned from Mrs Smith's with a bag of home-baked brownies. She found her father in the garage with the two kayaks down off their hooks, two paddles and camping gear spread out.
He unlooked the steel cabinet and pulled out his rifle that he placed beside a box of ammo.
Looking theatrical and big-eyed, Denise said, "I'm not coming back. A lonely grave awaits me."
Roy scowled at her and said to pack enough clothes for a week and handed Denise her backpack.
"Oh just six panties will suffice."
When she returned Roy said to check everything he had spread out to make sure nothing was missing.
When he returned with his backpack loaded Denise said, "We need to buy a dozen gas canisters for the camp stove if you want to eat hot food."
"Oh good girl."
"So I'm a good girl now?"
Roy sighed.
"I've also added our PFDs (personal flotation devices)."
Roy smiled and kissed her and rubbed her hair. "Do you wish to be called Sophie on this adventure?"
"Oh yes daddy and when we return could you once again try to get mum to agree to that name change."
"If she's still around. She may be hiding behind a divorce lawyer."
Sophie (no longer Denise) said: "That's unlikely. Mum knows she's on to a good thing. Are you sorry Mary what'shername went off and married someone else?''
"No because then I mightn't have had you as my daughter."
"Oh daddy," Sophie half whimpered.
They loaded the Toyota SUV and were seated, about to set off when Sophie handed her dad one of Mrs Smith's biscuits and he groaned and slapped his forehead. "We haven't loaded food for when we go downriver. Out and let's sit in the kitchen and think of what else we should have packed."
They added Sophie's battery charger for her phone and two torches and canned food and two can openers.
"So we are going downriver?
"Yes. We'll go to Brunner and stay the night in a cabin. We should get there by midnight. In the morning we'll have breakfast and then someone will take us upriver and drop us off and return the Toyota to Brunner."
"Who?"
"Whoever's available."
No one was about and no lights were on when they arrived at Brunner Staging Post just outside the boundary of the 360,000-acre National Park. They found a cabin with the door open and found it vacant.
"God I'm tired," Sophie yawned. "Ooops this cabin only has a double bed."
"That will be okay. Just don't hit on me."
"You're dreaming daddy."
Not long after dawn Roy left his sleeping daughter and went to the store.
Although the guy packing shelves had a beard, Roy thought he looked like Ted Bishop who might still be alive.
"Tommy Bishop?"
"Yeah pal, who's asking?"
"Roy Drum."
"The name's vaguely familiar."
"Twenty years ago when you were a kid of fifteen you were taking my girlfriend of that time and me upriver in your dad's Jeep and the motor blew up when we were a mile from Bitter Creek tributary. You radioed for a tow vehicle and they took Mary and me up to the launching place before returning to tow you home."
"Jesus Roy, I remember. God she was pretty with big tits. Who have you with you this time?"
"My daughter."
"Oh bad luck. Boring nights at the camps."
"No she's a great kid and will chat and sing for me."
"Christ is this pretty filly with great tits approaching the store your daughter?"
"Yep."
"Should I take her downriver for you?"
"Did you not marry Tommy?"
"Oh yeah. I'm married with two young kids."
The introductions were made and Tommy took them through, saying his wife Susan would cook breakfast for them and make lunch packs for them for that day.
While breakfast was cooking and the two females were chatting, Roy told Tommy which cabin they'd used and paid for 12 stove gas canisters and six freeze-dried dinner food packs to supplement their tinned food. Roy suddenly remembered they had not brought anything to light the gas stove with and so asked for a pack of three disposable cigarette lighters.
Susan, with the two kids aboard, dropped them off forty miles up fairly straight but rising forest tracks on the slope of the mountain range that were maintained as private access for park rangers and fire fighting crews.
After everything was unloaded, Susan kissed father and daughter warmly and told them to have fantastic fun and keep safe. She turned the Toyota expertly and then began the return to the historic staging post where 150 years ago horses were changed for fresh ones when prospectors and supplies were being transported to the goldfields seventy miles across rugged country to the northeast.
"Well let the adventure begin," Roy smiled. "God it's great being away from the business and being back here."
"And well away from my mother."
"Nah, she's okay. She just feels the need to blow off steam now and again."
"How often do you two have sex? It hadn't occurred to me that you guys still do it."
Roy rubbed his chin thinking about answering that question.
"She'd like it twice a night, perhaps more."
"God is my mum a nymphomaniac?"
Roy sighed. "I think when we were young she came close to being one. She describes sex as one of her few true pleasures in life."
"Well I know now why you have managed to remain lean."
They laughed and put on their wetsuits and booties.
"You should wear this gear in bed with mum. Then you'd be safe from sex, all sex," Sophie giggled.
Roy sighed wishing he'd kept his mouth shut.
Roy had packed the kayaks meticulously but it was still necessary to make adjustments to have both craft in good trim.
As the paddled off Sophie said, "It's two years since I've been sea-kayaking with you."
"Three years."
"Will this journey on this winding river be boring?"
"You have to be joking," Roy said, and began taking Sophie through safety procedures should they tip out.
"Are we to negotiate rapids?"
"Lots of fast-flowing patches and some real whitewater plus two falls but we will portage from above both falls."
"Can't we live dangerously and shoot both falls?"
"From memory one is five feet high and the other drops at least twenty feet in three stages. In both instances they are non-navigable because the water bounces on to rocks at their base."
"Oh portage sounds good."