Anyway, I'm just saying you're complaining an awful lot about him if you really don't like him. So you probably do." That's silly. He's just a guy." T...e lady doth protest too much, methinks." Stop that. He took you to see Hamlet?" Yes." What a nerd." Well, yes. But so what? It's my favorite Shakespeare." So what's with this ice cube thing?" I asked."Oh, no. It's not my place to tell you. If you ever manage to convince him to see you again, and what is this, your third strike, maybe you'll find. Numerous times during college they had all gone out together to party and then drunkenly crashed at his off-campus residence in his king-sized bed with not much on. Ever since junior high school when they started “developing” they had openly flirted with him that continued to this day with words and actions including unabashed immodesty around him. Then, starting when they all resolved to see more of each other, he realized he was catching more and more inadvertent glimpses of skin like they. They want high-risk sexual activity? I'm – no, we - are going to give it to them."I went into the plan I had in mind and both Solomon and Simon sat there, shocked. Then Simon started to laugh and then Solomon did and then I started to chuckle. We all had a good laugh and after we were done, Solomon pointed out something that hadn't even occurred to me. None of it was illegal. Oh, we'd need to go about it in certain illegal ways, but the end result would be one hundred percent legal.I had no. Mom was smart enough to know not to push Dad too far. To us kids, Dad was just a big Teddy Bear, but for us girls, our dates and other men were afraid of Dad. He didn’t talk much but when he did, people listened. Dad wasn’t big about holidays, even Christmas he thought was way too commercial. He would argue with Mom about buying so many gifts. The one thing he would do is make each of us something out of wood. He spent a lot of his free time in the garage where he did his woodworking. We were.