Mom and Dad were like night and day, Mutt and Jeff, Laurel and Hardy. Dad had a real belly on him. Not so much from beer, though he did like a couple ...hile watching the Padres on the tube. He always had a cigarette going, the red pack of Pall Malls visible in the pocket of just about any shirt he wore. Dad drove a truck for a local company, so he was home nights. To listen to him talk, though, you'd think he was on the road for weeks at a time. You'd also think he was still in Oklahoma to hear. We were still young kids and enjoyed the same things other kids liked. We would take long hikes in the woods. I know what you're thinking, 'where is that secluded clearing where we can be alone and mess around?' Well you'd be wrong again. Even though our hormones were starting up we didn't let them control our lives. At least not yet.Another fun thing we did was to go to the park. I would push Jen on the swings higher and higher until she cried uncle. Then one time I sat on the swing and had. "You are all beautiful." I said as I walked up to them and kissed them lightly. They all smiled at me. I ensured the optical unit was on and in an unobtrusive place on my lapel and Sam had established contact with each of the women via the earpieces before we left.We were driven back to the city, again in a small convoy, to the center of the city and the Senate Building. I gave my hand to each of the women as I assisted them out of the vehicle and then placed myself at the rear of the group. "And the measurements are in!" cried the commentator. "Round one goes to Team Falavax!" Once the rest of the placings and their mesurments were called out, Zylesen let out a nervous giggle and said to the night elf, "Let's keep it up, eh?" And they did. She and Shandel placed first in all ten rounds, and as the last round concluded, Zylesen stared across the table at him in giddy disbelief. As the crowd cheered for her, Zylesen couldn't keep the grin off her face if she tried. The handlers all.