We stood there kissing like lovers do as Ruth stood aside watching us. After a few minutes we stopped and headed into the living room and sat down on ...he sofa. Walt had Ruth go into the kitchen and bring back some drinks while we sat next to one another. After a couple of drinks I suggested we dance for Ruth to watch and we got up and started to slow dance. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he embraced me and before long we stopped and kissed again. Walt let me go and sat down on the sofa. "Dennis Miller?" she asked, smiling slightly as the realization hit her. Yes, that's my real name, and no I'm not nearly as funny as he is."Yes," I nodded, rolling my eyes as she laughed. I took the opportunity to glance around to see if anyone had noticed this... this goddess standing at my table. Talking to me... me!"Mr. Armstrong gave me your name, said you might be able to help me?" I saw she was holding a slip of paper, and recognized it as a referral to one of the student tutors. I. ''Oh, no worries. I have a soft spot for helping out a pretty lady,' I replied.'Aww. You think I'm pretty, huh?''Yes. You're gorgeous,' I answered.'Thank you! :-)''You're welcome. So where do you go to school?''At U of A. I'm pre-med,' she replied.Uh oh, I thought. She was younger than I'd thought she was. I'd been hoping she was a grad student.'That's awesome,' I replied.'Thanks. What do u do,' she asked.'I'm a civil engineer,' I answered.'That's cool.''Thanks. You grow up around here,' I. Molly probably hated me and Mom wanted to know about Mrs. Collins and Bambi. Sometimes I wished I'd never been born, or at least not gotten out of bed that morning."I want an answer, Trent." I know. Yeah." I nodded quickly, trying to think of one. "I heard Julie's kinda sick, maybe her mom just wanted to tell me not to come over." She's sick?" Mom narrowed her eyes.A few days before, I'd used the excuse of working on a school project with Randy in order to see Mrs. Collins. In order to try and.