[A]t the sight of four horses galloping down the shore ridden by four women in tank tops, their breasts heaving with the rhythmic motions of the beasts, Lo pulled me aside to a deserted stretch of sand and, bent over a large log, asked for my large log.
“Lo! Here? Now?”
“Yes, Daddy. Now.”
She dropped her short shorts around her ankles and I quickly gave her what she was craving as she…