Fight for what you want. And by the way, your mom here has been known to change a man’s mind a time or two.”Tim looked at his mom dress. It was ti...ht with lots of cleavage. Against his dad’s wishes, she wore it once to one of his dad’s office Christmas parties. It was a battle royal when they got home. Seems more than a couple of dad’s co-workers got the wrong idea of what Mom was offering. Tim was sure his dad would not approve of her wearing it now.They pulled up to a run-down duplex. No. Scott was finally catching up.Bo eventually arrived. He'd purchased an old Chevy pickup in April and the guys had put a lot of hours in on it ever since. They'd replaced everything under the hood except for the engine, as various parts broke over the summer months. Now the truck was running reliably, although it looked a little rough. It was originally black, but now it sported one blue door, a rust red hood, and a primer grey tailgate. The truck body was a series of primer blotches showing all. That situation would only get worse, as the school was going to computerized grading the next year. Thank goodness some fifth grade teacher was going to have to be the one to have to come to grips with the school computer.Linda had brought the subject up to her husband, Ryan, once, since he knew more about computers than she did. He hadn't been any help. "It could be worse," he'd said. "Imagine if she got married to someone else with a hyphenated name? I mean, how'd you like to have to deal. Silvia was older than Salin in couple of seconds, but the two, nevertheless, looked the same, around twenty centimeters shorter than Zax, with delicate features, short hairstyle and assertive disposition. She was holding the same type of crescent blade sword as her younger twin sister.Woren's gaze calculated in all times. He was not using weapons. His arsenal was solely dedicated to Martial techniques that are comparable to his mist refinement technique and personality.The three did not trade.