{Carna Roman} " It Went Swimmingly ( Part 1 of 3 ) " ( Mff inc rom preg )

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MOTTO: *Traieciamus ad Absurdum*, or: 
"...*her* motto was that anything worth doing at all is worth overdoing - and she did..." (Rufo, about his smuggling partner, in *Glory Road* by Robert A. Heinlein, Ch 9).

DISCLAIMER: You do *not* have to read this story.  Do not read this story if you are under 21, or whatever age it is that your local self-important politicians and bureaucrats tell you is old enough for you to be a grown-up as, of course, by definition they know much better than you how to live your own life; or if you are offended by explicit sexual content and incest; or you are a government employee whether local,  national, or international. If you're a snoop or a moralising nut go and bother someone else; because no-one *has* to read this story.

STYLE: To quote Clayton, "You might find this story to be a little long winded for your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'. Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their second encounter or their next partner by the tenth." I agree with him, and so that's my style.

NOTE: This is a stand-alone part of the collection "Carna Romances"

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IT WENT SWIMMINGLY  (Mff inc rom preg ) (Part 1 of 3)

by

Roman Carna

It was the end of the Summer Term. 

Emma Benson and Sarah Jessop had been planning this vacation in the Lake District for the last few weeks of school time: since, coincidentally in fact, June 1st. It was to be from 1st July and to last a month. This would be all right as Sarah's dad usually took this long most years; and, as he always did, he'd do some freelance writing and photojournalism while they were on holiday.

This time they and Tom, Sarah's dad, would take the Jessops' large three-berth tent to camp at the farm where they had stayed for a part of each year since before Sarah's mother Anne had been killed. Emma's father Bob, and Margaret Benson, Emma's aunt, both of whom had been part of the original plan, had to be excluded after a while as a case he was counsel for had been listed over those dates, and Margaret wouldn't go without him but was determined to stay behind with him in London. 

The spot that the farmer had let them use was in some rough meadow and woodlands near the edge of the lake right up at the unfashionable opposite end from the little Cumbrian town that was the local metropolis and next to a small river, the Linhel, that fed it from the privately-owned (by the Liddell Rowse Estates Holdings) Linhelsmere further up in the fells. It was quite secluded here, and day trippers and tourists never seemed to come that far round the shore. About a hundred yards further along from where they usually pitched the tent, enclosed by a small wood with bushes and thickets of underbrush, was a small sandy beach from which they would often swim. 

The two girls had been best friends for quite some time: five years, in fact, since they had sat next to each other in the same Form II class at prep school when they were eight.

Now Emma Benson was a shapely 13 year old. She had started puberty earlier than Sarah, when she was eleven, and now had nicely shaped breasts which filled out her junior bra in a way that many a fifteen year old would envy. She had a delightful figure, still with some traces of 'puppy fat'. Her shoulder length chestnut brown hair, which was often in a pony tail, fell in a wavy cascade to the nape of her neck when she wore it down. 

Her friend Sarah's development had been more conventional. She'd started menstruating about a year earlier, when she was a couple of months past twelve. Her bust was less advanced and more of a typical thirteen year old's pair of half-grapefruit mounds with a developing hour-glass figure, and a cute tight bottom. She wore her blonde hair in a bob usually held back by an alice-band. 

Tom Jessop, her father, had reckoned (when at Christmas he and Bob Benson had been comparing notes on their daughters) that she had started her periods later than Emma because the shock of Anne's death in a road accident four years before had set her development back a bit. Since then she had been raised solely by Tom, so naturally they were very close.

Bob and Emma also lived alone together as Jackie, Bob's wife and Emma's mother, had walked out on them when Emma was six and just starting at prep school to go and live with her girlfriend and lover down in Teignmouth. A divorce and sole custody of Emma to Bob had followed, and, although he insisted that she kept in touch with her mother and she had gone and stayed with her at the Devon seaside resort on several occasions, Jackie was effectively out of her life as a mother but remained as a good friend. This seemed to suit the older woman better than motherhood, but Bob kept worrying about the long-term effect on their daughter of the absence of a mother figure in her childhood. 

Emma kept reassuring him that it was all right. She had her mother when she needed her, and as she got older she'd talk to her a lot on the phone; and she also had Margaret, the elder of Bob's younger sisters, who would drop in to their house so often, and spend so much time there, that it seemed that she almost lived with them. Margaret was 25, single, and also a barrister, like Bob, although they worked for different Chambers. She and Emma were very close, almost like sisters, and Margaret had in fact "mothered" her - or perhaps "elder sistered" her - since Jackie left seven years before when the older woman was eighteen and had just started at university. And Margaret, it seems, was in on the planning of this vacation.

The journey up from London along the M1 and M6 was pretty uneventful specifically, and generally tedious especially when passing through the long traffic jam around Birmingham. The girls mostly sat in the back seat of the Range Rover, but at one point took it in turns to sit in the front next to Tom when they would chatter to him inconsequentially to keep him awake against the soporific effects of motorway driving. Their "in flight entertainment", as they called it,  consisted mostly of listening to music on their Walkmans, although at one point they watched a movie on a tiny portable TV Tom had acquired on a trip to Japan. They took in two or three "service stops" during the journey mainly to relieve the pressure on bladders, but also to acquire more of the rubbishy food and drink that seem to constitute the staple diet of travellers. 

They reached the farm after about six hours as the stops had added quite a lot of time to the journey. Tom took the vehicle down to the spot where they were going to set up the tent, and all three of them worked to unload all the gear from the boot and off the roof-rack. While Tom took the Rover back to the farmyard for parking, Sarah and Emma unpacked the tent and laid out its components ready for erecting, along with the groundsheets and their sleeping bags. When Tom got back from parking the vehicle they were just finishing sorting the food and "kitchen" supplies. It took all three of them to get the tent up, not that it was all that difficult, just awkward. With that completed Tom reckoned that the girls weren't needed for the stashing away of the rest of the stuff and so told them they were free to do whatever they wanted for a while.

"Don't wander off, you two, at least not too far. There are probably wild animals here, or at least wild tourists". They laughed.
"What, Daddy? Wild rabbits and deer. And we've never seen a tourist: they're an endangered species here."
"Yes, well there's always a first time."
"It's OK, Daddy. We'll be careful. We're only going to go swimming."
	
After the girls had grabbed a couple of towels from the stack and headed off to the little beach, Tom busied himself with the chores of setting up camp, which didn't take him as long as he'd feared, so he lounged inside under the awning at the table and made himself a coffee. After he'd finished his drink he changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing for the drive up into a pair of old shorts and a tee-shirt, and a pair of sandals Anne had bought him years ago in Spain that he now wore for general slobbing about.

He soon got bored just sitting around on his own so he made for the beach, to see what the girls were doing. 

As he got near he realised that he couldn't hear any sounds. Normally they'd be shrieking with laughter. He wondered what was up, or what they were doing that kept them so quiet. So he crept through the undergrowth of the bit of woodland that separated the camp site from the lake meaning to surprise them. He hid behind a thick bush close to the beach. 

Emma was doing 'lengths' of breast-stroke backwards and forwards through the warm slightly murky water, but Sarah wasn't anywhere to be seen at first glance. He spotted her further along the beach, lying in the underbrush of the woods sunbathing.  So he crept back into the cover of the wood and walked round to where he judged that he could get close to her.

Emma did a few more 'lengths', then she too got out of the water not far from where Tom had been, towelled herself dry and lay down to sunbathe naked as she had been 'skinny dipping'. 

As Tom crept close to his daughter, he realised that she was naked lying on her front with her towel under her. His eyes roamed over her lissom body, taking in the delightful sweep of her back and especially the lushious shape of her bottom. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. As he watched, Sarah rolled over languidly onto her back and ran her hands slowly and caressingly over her breasts and belly; and then, sucking the middle finger of her right hand to coat it with saliva, she proceeded to work at her moist, pouting cunt rubbing its lips furiously. She lay back on the towel and spread her legs, raising them slightly at the knees, and pushed her finger deeper into her vagina pulling the distended lips tight as she masturbated with her finger.

Her juices flowed more freely as her finger slipped in and out easily, her hand almost a blur to the eye. She rubbed her clitoris like crazy. As he watched Tom realised that he had a full eight inch erection in his shorts brought on by this spectacle of his daughter bringing herself to orgasm at the edge of the lake. He stepped out of his shorts releasing his prick, and began slowly running his hand up and down its shaft as he watched Sarah masturbate. As she came closer to her orgasm, she began to moan out loud "Oh God, Daddy, fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh, God! Daddeeee!"

He was stunned by this revelation as to whom she was masturbating about, and as a result moved carelessly when he shifted his position  accidently breaking a twig with a snap as he did so. Sarah, who though languid from her orgasm, was still stroking her dripping cunt with her greasy fingers, responded breathlessly.

"Is that you, Emma? Daddy?'
	
Tom's heart sank, and he felt a hot flush spread around his face and neck. What would people think if he was found masturbating at the sight of his 13 year old daughter. And, more important, what would Sarah think: how would she react. Fantasising about her father was one thing; being faced with the reality of his own arousal might well be another. He held his breath hoping she might think she'd imagined the noise, or something.

"Daddy is that you behind that bush? It's all right, Daddy. You can come out."

He knew he had been rumbled. His heart sank, and his erection disappeared almost immediately. Tom quickly pulled his shorts back on and stepped from behind the bush, saying "Hi, darling!" as though nothing had happened. Sarah made no move to cover herself or to get up. In fact, she continued to finger herself in front of her father, with a delighted smile on her face as she looked him in the eye. His confusion departed quickly, and he gazed mesmerised at her completely exposed cunt with the warm, glistening vaginal fluid that was slowly running down its lips and coating her fingers. The aroma of her pheromones played on his nostrils and his cock stiffened to an even bigger erection than before. He looked away, somewhat ashamed of himself. Sarah, too, blushed slightly with the situation.

But, taking charge of the opportunity fate had served her, she blurted out unexpectedly (to Tom) "Would you make love to me, Daddy?"

Tom was dumbfounded. Here he was, standing a few feet from his naked 13 year old daughter with vaginal fluid all over her hands and upper thighs, and he with an enormous erection, and she had just asked him to fuck her.

"Eh?' was all he could say.
"Daddy, I've seen Emma and her Daddy doing it, and I've wanted you to fuck me for ages. I love you, Daddy. I want you to fuck me. And it's obvious that you want to fuck me. So please fuck me, Daddy!"
"You've had sex with Bob Benson?" was all he could think of saying as he knelt own beside his naked daughter, his erection pointing towards her face.
"No, Daddy. Of course not. It's you I want to fuck. But I've seen Emma and him fucking. And I want you to do it with me. Please?" She reached out to take his throbbing cock in her hand still coated with her vaginal fluids and proceeded to stroke him, which filled him with delightful sensations.

Tom hadn't had sex in years and here was his daughter's tight, innocent, young virgin cunt desperately wanting to be fucked. He and Bob and some others of their friends had often talked about incest; they must have talked the residual social inhibitions out of their systems - at least Bob and he must have, because here was Sarah telling him that Bob was fucking Emma and he wasn't scandalised, and he didn't feel any moral anguish at his own feelings for Sarah. He really wanted her and had done, actually, for a few years, maybe since she was nine or so but increasingly as she matured, he just had been terrified that she'd reject any advances and this would ruin his relationship with his daughter. But here she was telling him that she wanted him to fuck her, and had for some time. How could he refuse? A wave of loving lust swept over him and all he could think about at that moment was filling her cunt with his cock and fucking her to orgasm.
	
"Sarah, darling, I'd love to. But we could get into very serious trouble."
"I know, Daddy. But I won't tell anyone, unless you say I can. What should I do now, Daddy?"
"You start by stimulating me more by using your mouth."
"I've seen Emma do that to Bob," she announced and promptly pushed the head of his cock past her lips into her mouth and began slowly sliding up and down it, taking in a few inches at a time and running her tongue along it, occasionally swirling it around the tip. It had been so long for Tom that he felt his orgasm coming almost immediately. He instinctively grabbed the back of her head and without thinking pushed it towards his groin causing her to gag. He backed off with a muttered "I'm sorry, darling", and held her head more gently, but she'd taken more of his member into her mouth. She nearly gagged again as his first jet of semen splashed to the back of her throat, swallowing only a little of it. She pulled back and his cock slipped from her mouth, so the next spurt missed, landing on her cheek and chin leaving white streaks of warm cum on her face and neck. 

As the orgasm passed he realised what had happened and looked down. Sarah looked flustered and he immediatly began apologising. She looked up with innocent eyes and a sperm covered face.

"Don't worry, Daddy, darling, I liked it," she said, licking some of his semen from her lips. She tickled the tip of his cock with her tongue and licked her lips again. "But I didn't have any good feelings like Emma says she gets."
"OK," Tom said, "I'll give you good feelings... Get on your hands and knees, doggie style." Sarah did so, thrusting her bottom into the air. "OK, darling, now whatever you do, don't start pumping wildly. Try to stay in a rhythm."
"OK, Daddy."

Tom caressed a hand up one of her thighs and over her buttock letting his finger slip into her warm cunt. She closed her eyes and purred with contentment. He very gently played with her clitoris a bit with his thumb and index-finger till her juices started flowing again. Coating his finger with her vaginal fluid, he smeared some of it across his freshly hardened cock and lubricated it well. As he put the head of his penis to her hole, his balls ached with anticipation, and he gently slipped the head in. It was tight and he was only able to get the glans in at first; then she began to relax and loosen up, and gradually another inch or so slid into her vagina. They kept this up, easing his cock into her, until about five inches were slithering in and out of her virgin cunt. Sarah began to moan and breathe heavily, and started pushing her bottom back at him.

"Oh, God, Daddy! Please, give me some more. I want you to fill me up... pleeeaassse... mmmm... oooh..."

Suddenly she thrust her arse back and his whole penis popped into her. He felt a slight resistance that quickly gave way and a little blood began seeping from the sides of his cock. Obviously she was a virgin because her hymen had just broken. She gave a little cry of momentary pain, and a quiet sob, and then began to push and pull at his cock with animal lust. Tom just kept thrusting and trying to keep his cock lodged in this wrything tunnel of pleasure. He grabbed her hips and sped up the rhythm. A rhythmic dull slapslapping sound came as they met on each push. Tom let out a low growl and Sarah began crying at the top of her voice.

"Oh Yes!... Fuck me, Daddy!... Fuck me!... Oh God, Daddy! I... ooooohhh... yeesssss...  mmmmm...", and her body shook as the orgasm took hold. 

Her cunt lips tightened around Tom's cock and immediatly he started pouring his load into her. His cock throbbed and pulsed as jet after jet of semen spurted from his cock deep inside his daughter's vagina. He slowed down his thrusts as the last dribbles emerged from his dick. But Sarah was still grunting and pushing, with no sign of stopping. A lewd idea crossed Tom's mind as he kept pace with his daughter's rhythm. He looked down and saw that his cock was well lubricated.

He waited for another orgasm to take hold of Sarah, and just as she started pumping wildly he drew back and pulled out his cock. Before she realised, her bottom was on its way back for another pump. Tom raised his stiff cock a few inches higher and pushed it into Sarah's anus. The hole was forced open and three-quarters of his member slurped into her arsehole. Sarah's eyes opened wide with surprise more than shock, and her mouth dropped open. The orgasm came on strong again and she couldn't help but push at the pleasure in her cunt; her anus hurt slightly but the feeling of her Daddy's cock in it was incredible. As his penis pushed against the wall of her vagina from the other side she seemed to get twice as much pleasure and felt that there was much more hole to fill.

She peaked again and pushed back with all her might and all of Tom's penis disappeared up her anal passage; she could swear she felt it push against the end of her bowels as he ejaculated into her again. She felt a warm slightly painful sensation as his cock slurped out of her anus, and a feeling of loss. Sarah's body shuddered once again and she sprawled forward full-length on the ground, exhausted. Tom was panting furiously, semen and vaginal fluid all over his hands, cock and crotch. Sarah had semen all over her face, and running down the inside of her thighs leaving a glistening trail.

"Oh, God, Daddy, that was wonderful! I really love you. I really do. I want us to fuck forever!"

She rolled over to face him and snuggled into his arms, kissing him hard on his lips. He kissed her back and they lay there on her now soiled towel exchanging kisses and endearments.

As she stroked his hair, she whispered to him "Do you think I'm pregnant now?"

Tom sat up with a start, and the cold shock of realisation hit him. "Oh my God, Sarah, I never thought..."
"It's all right, Daddy darling. I want your baby. I want you to get me pregnant. Emma's having Bob's baby, and..."
"What?"
"Emma's pregnant. We found out just before the end of term. She's about two weeks gone."
"Has she told Bob?"
"Oh, yes, of course, and Margaret. They're both delighted. It's a wonder she didn't get pregnant before now. They've been fucking since she was nine. I suppose it's because Bob was using condoms."
"What changed?"
"I don't know, Daddy. You'll have to ask her yourself. Anyway, you can fuck her without having to worry about getting her pregnant."
"What? Me fuck Emma?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. 'Cos you and me'll be fucking all the time, and she wouldn't get any. No, you've got to fuck both of us."
"You seem to have thought this through very quickly?"

Sarah giggled, but, before she could carry on talking, Emma emerged naked from the beach and plonked herself down next to the two incestuous lovers. Sarah took her hand and continued explaining to her father.

"We talked this all through in school, didn't we, Emma?"
"Yes, it wasn't fair, you see Mr Jessop? I was being well fucked a lot by Daddy, and you weren't fucking Sarah. Margaret reckoned that you were scared to try, so that it was up to us to force the situation. So we planned this holiday. She and Daddy were to come along as well, at first - she desperately wants Daddy to fuck her too - then this court case thingy came up so she decided to stay back in London with Daddy and hopefully get him to fuck her there. Now that they know that I'm going to have Daddy's baby, she reckons it should be much easier for her to persuade him to get her pregnant as well. And, of course, as I'm going to have a baby, it'll be easier for you to get Sarah pregnant - I mean it'll be easier to fuck Sarah and not worry about the risks, 'cos she wants to be pregnant too. And it'll be easier for you to fuck me, without worrying about getting me pregnant 'cos I'm pregnant already."

Tom called Emma to him and put his arm around her and the other around his daughter and the three of them sat cuddling together propped up against the trunk of a tree as they talked. Tom caressed and stroked the flanks of the two pretty teenagers in his arms, occasionally kissing one or the other.

"How didn't you get pregnant before now?" Sarah asked her friend.
"Well, Daddy insisted on using condoms and that I used spermicide in my cunt."
"So how come you got pregnant at this time?" Tom enquired.
"Well Margaret and I had been talking at Christmas, about her and Sarah and me, and we just sort of strayed into talking about having babies. I told her that we thought Jenny Spurgess was pregnant, because she's been putting weight on her tits and around her middle; and that we reckoned that her Dad has been fucking her by the way they act together, and that it's his baby. Then she said that she thought Daddy would really have loved to have more children. So I said why don't we give them to him. So then we started talking it through, and the problem of Sarah and you, and came to the conclusion that if I got pregnant it would make it much easier for you to accept fucking your daughter. So, in February I gave Daddy an ultimatum. Either he fucked me without protection and got me pregnant, or I'd stop fucking him and maybe become a lesbian like Mummy. Do you know, he just laughed. He said he'd love for me to have his babies - fancy that, he said babies, plural! So we began there and then: we fucked unprotected on the Sitting Room carpet - there's still a semen stain there, by the way. I told Daddy that he should fuck Margaret pregnant, too; but just as he was going to try she had to go off to Australia for six weeks, and then he had a long provincial fraud case, so she's going to get him into bed while we're up here."
"Well, and how have you planned for the three of us to fuck? Is it to be in turns, like in a harem, or a threesome?"
"Ooh, both! Sarah and I'll work it out, won't we? And sometimes we'll give you a rest and just fuck each other: we've got vibrators and things, like Sarah's strap-on, that her Mum's girlfriend gave her for a laugh`. But I think the two of you should be alone together for a couple of days, like a honeymoon. Then you can fuck me."
"No, Emma, you and Daddy should fuck now; I'm going to have a swim. I need to wash this semen and pussy juice off me, anyway. Give her 'what for', Daddy darling." She gave her father a linguering kiss, then stood up and walked off towards the lake, giving them a friendly wave as she looked back to see what they were doing. 

Emma snuggled up to Tom, smoothing his belly with her left hand and giving his chest little nip-kisses. He turned her face up to his and planted a passionate tongued kiss on her lips and mouth.

"Mmmm," she murmured appreciatively, and they rolled slowly over so that Emma was on her back and Tom was poised to enter her with his throbbing erection. She wriggled and raised her hips to meet him to make it easier for him to find the swollen lips of her oozing cunt. He pushed through the slippery lips for an inch or so and then slid out a little, then back in a  little farther.  After about five strokes, Tom was sliding all seven inches of his penis in and out of her clasping vagina until her vulva was splayed out around the base of his cock, and the head was bumping against her cervix on the in-strokes, while the tight lips of her clean-shaven cunt barely held the glans inside her on the outstrokes.

With this stimulation, it wasn't long before he could feel the semen rising in his penis; and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was filling the girl's vagina with white greasy ropes of thick white cum.

"Uh," Tom groaned as he fought to hold back the rising semen in his cock, "I'm gonna . . . ."
"Oh, Tooom!" grunted Emma in response; and pushed back at him as hard as she could, so the tip of his penis was firmly pressed up against the rubbery knob of the entrance to her uterus while the lips of her cunt milked and squeezed around the base of his penis in an embrace that would have to be felt to be believed. The stimulation was too much.  Supporting himself above her by his hands placed on the ground at either side of her shoulders, and gazing at her face as she looked back at him with an intensity of love in her eyes, he held myself deep inside her while his cock spat wave after thick viscous wave of semen into the girl's unprotected young womb in which her father's child was already growing.  Wave after wave, squirt after squirt rippled through his penis before being ejaculated into her belly to bathe the developing foetus in a balm of love.   

Even as he lay on top of her, with his cock wilting in Emma's clasping cunt, semen was still oozing out of the tip and into the teenager's tight vaginal embrace, Tom knew that even before he pulled out his sperm would already be wriggling its way through the neck of her uterus,and on up into her pregnant young womb, in a way confirming the act with her father that had brought her to motherhood.  Such a thoroughly erotic idea, which he hoped to reproduce in Sarah. Tom felt one last trickle of cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of his penis and jet into Emma's sexy young body at the very thought of getting Sarah pregnant, too. 

Emma and Tom lay in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes. During all this hardly a word had passed between them. She gazed affectionately into his eyes; "Thank you, Tom, darling. This is going to be a wonderful holiday."

He didn't really get a chance to respond, as Sarah, dripping wet from her swim, came bouncing up to them and enthusiastically suggested that they all go back to the tent and make tea as it was getting on for five o'clock anyway.

Tom gave Emma a tender kiss as he carefully withdrew from her, thinking to nip down to the water and wash himself; but his daughter dived down to their now disengaged genitals and proceeded to clean the semen and vaginal fluids off Tom's penis and Emma's cunt with her mouth. He was left stunned at such an erotic and stimulating act, and equally by the open-mouthed kiss that Emma and Sarah shared afterwards, cleaning the residues off his daughter's lips. She gave him a further kiss before urging him with a "Come on, Daddy! Let's make tea".

They gathered up their scattered clothes and the two towels, and all three of them walked back, naked, along the lake shore carrying their bundles the hundred yards or so to their camp site to have a relaxing tea. And, of course, there was each other, too, to be enjoyed in a passionate menage a trois during the coming days culminating, they hoped, in Sarah's being pregnant by the time that her next period was due in about two weeks' time. This was going to be such an intense summer holiday.

[End of Part I]

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*End Note* 
1. Carn - a Roman deity who presided over the physical well-being of Humankind. It is usually considered to be a female deity called Carna (with a conjectural male correspondence, Carnus), except by Ovid who confounds it with the nymph Cardea. The festival was celebrated on June 1st, and was believed to have been instituted by Lucius Junius Brutus in 509 BC, the first year of the Republic. The word comes from an Indo-European root, *ker-*, meaning 'to create'. The deity may be a Cisalpine Celtic one linked to the Gaulish and British antlered divinity 'Cernunnos', and his derivatives the Teutonic 'Hern the Hunter' and the legendary 'Green Man'. 

2. *Biog* - Roman Carna, the first three words of the above end note transposed, is a pseudonym. The writer was born in Ottawa of one American (father) and one Canadian parent (mother). Carna was educated in England (mostly), because, as the writer's father said, "frankly a good English boarding school is much cheaper than an American one"; and, anyway, they were living there at the time. And then university in the US. Carna is based nowadays in London, Ontario. Carna travels quite a lot, and writes stories on airplanes and in airport lounges to relax and relieve the boredom. 
