Jade smiles brightly at her own father after hearing this. John thought she might be disgusted by the thought of a father having a go with his daughter, but instead she seems . . . well quite excited by the whole idea. "Oh yes. Tell me just how old was the daughter Mr. Garrett?"

"Hmm . . . not sure if the tale that has been passed down over da years does tell how old she might be exactly. But I reckon she might have been a bit younger than yourself. Seventeen or eighteen I imagine. Anyways the mother finds out, trails them one day . . . out in...