She was really pissed that I hadn't even tried to contact her while I'd been home. At the end of the email, the longest I'd ever received, up until th...t point, she told me that I was never to try to contact her again, and that she never wanted me to speak to her, or to try to communicate with her in any other way. Naturally, honoring her stated preference, I didn't reply to her email.Six weeks later, I received yet another email from her, even longer than the first, recounting every. Caught! ‘EEEEEEEEEPPPPPP!’ she squealed but Larry wouldn’t let go of the waist band of her pants. Then she was surrounded by all of them. ‘You . . .you caught me!’ she said. ‘Yes,’Earl said, ‘And what does that mean, Susie? What was our bargain?’ ‘If you catch me, I lose my pants!’ she said in a tiny voice. ‘Too true!’ was his reply. ‘Guys?’ she said, realizing it was her positively last attempt at maybe defending herself, and also realizing that she was super turned on at this point. ‘Off!’. Mom One and Mom Two will have to take me to Minneapolis if we make it!”“Between Christmas and New Year’s, right Jen?” I asked.“Yes. The 27th through the 30th.”“Can you be there, Dad?”“I think so,” I replied. “But you need to win your qualifying games first!”“We will!” he declared firmly.The game was at Johnny’s Ice House, which was Jesse’s home rink. He lugged his gear to the locker room while his moms and I went to sit in the stands with the rest of the parents. The previous year, they’d begun. "Bob will help with a man's point of view," she said calmly.Lynne asked me to help with the dishes when Jill got up to go saddle her horse. We stood side by side at the sink, with her washing and me rinsing and drying."You want to tell me about it?" she asked."Tell you about what?" I asked."About what was going on in your pants ... before lunch," she said calmly.Busted! Damn! I tried to bluff."Oh that," I said, trying to sound like it didn't matter at all. "Happens sometimes. It's a guy thing.".