I missed my Dad. What would he make of his daughter? I wondered.I said out loud, "What would Dad have said?"Would Dad have put a stop to me becoming...the woman I saw in front of me?Would he have saved this damsel in distress."Your Dad was a bimbo all his life, Myl?ne." Dad was a man's man, Mum. He worked in construction." That's precisely the definition of a bimbo, Myl?ne, all muscle and nobrains. Look up the meaning of the word, it was originally used to referto men, not women. He used to. ” he said. “So you are going to be a senior, too?” I asked. “You look a little older than the other kids.”“I’m 18, sir” he answered, “My folks had to move around a lot and I lost a year. I should have graduated”“Hey, Gramps! Could Rob borrow a pair of your shorts? You guys look about the same size. He needs to put on something dry”Laughing at the thought of this kid wearing my pants, I told her if he wanted to, he was welcome, but to grab a belt too, “Even though I’m no fat-ass, I think you. Someone is going up or down the pass road with a plow. Sounds like down. It's straining, but not as bad as if it were going up hill. I would say this is a plow from up the pass." Ed stated firmly."Damn it. I thought we would have longer. Someone up there is in a hurry to try to get to the bottom, and that's going to open the road a lot sooner, if your right." Greg said."Give me a few minutes to get ready. I'm going to take an AN/PRC 77 with me. Same freq. As convoy sir. 20.05. I will call as. Lots of talking, one on one interacts and me thinking about what I’m supposed to say next and then what? She’s gonna find out what a weirdo I am and go tell everyone and I’m going to get a reputation.“I need to make sure the oven isn’t left on.”Yeah, my brain goes stupid too.“Oh, well, anytime I guess,” she said, her face a mask of confusion. She walked off and I knew I made an ass of myself. Note to self, rush out after class, do not let myself get ambushed.I drove home in my beat up Vauxhall.