”“Yes, son.”“Well?” I questioned.“We’ll stand with you, son. You may have a wait. Are you sure you’re up for that?”“Yessir. I’ll...stand for it.”Since then, our two families have gotten together. Not much to talk about. Done deal and all.Vicki’s turn:It’s NOT a crush, it’s a connection.I’ve heard the ‘it’s a crush’ thing. Did an analysis. Yes, you can go ahead and hang all those ‘fourteen-year-old’ criteria on me, but don’t you think that if I know ‘criteria’ and I have a college degree that some. That baggage would hang around his neck like a noose for the rest of his life.So “Eddie the Rat “or just “Rat,” would do fine.Tony and Eddie sat with hard hats at their elbows and heartily dug into healthy-sized portions of meat and potatoes. They had worn their hats to dinner to keep the snow off their heads while they walked in from the street. Their tired banter livened up an otherwise dreary counter. Between ball games, actresses, action movies, possible new steel contracts, and the rising. I stood and placed the medallion over his head. “You are a Druid Builder. You should find your ability to manipulate materials both of nature and earth easier,” I told him.I hugged him and then shook his hand. I turned to the others, “Just hang five for a minute, guys, I’ll be back.” I then blinked to the cavern, retrieved my old box, and then I blinked back to the dining room.I grinned at the shocked faces. Wally was still standing where I had left him looking at the medallion stupefied.. I waved at her laughing as I picked the tool up. I had finished with my morning lust of things to do and it was almost lunch time. Karen asked if I wanted a lift on her ATV back up to her house. I said sure. I was wearing just shorts, socks, and shoes....I had put my shirt down somewhere but couldn't find it. I was surprised when Karen didn't bother putting her top on over her bikini top. I hopped on behind her, trying not to put my sweaty body up against her. I leaned back and almost fell off.