Not that I wasn't gonna fuck anyone else — just that when I was ready to you know, kinda settle down, she was the one I wanted. Or someone like her,...at least.The Homecoming game this year is against the Essex Senior High Trojans. I hate The Trojans as a matter of family pride. They're the only team me, my dad, my uncle and my grandfather all lost to at least once. And they're the team that broke my grandfather's knee which kept him from goin' to Vietnam — which I'd be ok about, but he bitches. “Can I get 2 of those intercom system with me? One for my dad and my friend!”He stuck his hand over the counter, opened a draw, took 2 of them and put them in my pack as well. I smiled at him.“Thanks, Nick!” I stuck all my papers in there as well. “So how much do I owe you, Nick?”“Not now...let's go see if your bike is done!”I closed my backpack, put it on my back, picked up my helmet, and followed Nick into the workshop again. One of the mechanic’s saw me and his jaw dropped. I smiled, and he. I maintained my velocity as they approached. They buzzed around me at a distance of not much over a hundred feet, the cameraman filming me from various angles. I waved, and out of habit, pointlessly smiled.One of the pilots decided it was safe to edge closer, moving into formation fifty feet to my left, the other staying about hundred feet above and to my right.Both choppers had two people in them, a pilot and cameraman. I couldn't tell how excited they were, as they were both belted firmly. That improved matters a little, but the paint had obviously darkened with age anyway.But I had time enough to cook some savoury mince and baked potatoes for supper. I considered chilli, but with unusual sense decided that might not be the best thing for a pregnant woman. I was proud that it was timed to be ready half an hour after Lida arrived home. She was impressed with the computer which we put in her room with the old printer and scanner, and after supper we connected everything up."When.