Again.We buckled up.Amy said, “Hands just touching the yoke, feet resting lightly on the pedals. Follow me along.”She reached for the key ... I sl...pped her hand.“We’re going nowhere until you run the list,” I said.Big Grin!“See, you can learn something,” she said. “Old dog and new tricks.”“Youngster, I’ll have you know, you can trust me. I won’t be thirty until next May.”“I thought you were 40,” she said.We bounced out. The checklist wasn’t very long but it was long enough. The glass fuel tank. The path weaved between the grass and shrubs which we had to negotiate each time we went to our spot.. At first we just used to sit and talk on the splintered park bench, or lay on the grass patch and sun bake. Or Chris would teach me things I didn't know, mostly boring stuff but I appreciated it. At 19 though, I was already moderately experienced in a range of things myself. As weeks turned into months and the visits to our spot continued, our young urges eventually took over the nerves. Now I. They began to check the woods from above, one of the larger ACs dropped down and performed a heat source search of the surrounding woods as well as the depths of the pond, nothing.There were four robots, one on each AC, Yuri talked to the one on his ship, which was sitting silently in a corner of the deck to see if it had any suggestions for improving or expanding the search, but it had none. All the swimmers returned to their ACs, got dressed, and started a careful physical ground search.Only. Can I go out with Jordan? PLEASE?!"She thought, scratching her head. "I don't know," she replies. "I'm not too keen on the idea of my son dating another boy."I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. "Mom!" I exclaimed. "It's MY life. You can't control EVERYTHING I do." I was ready to be slapped."Oh, my god, you're right," my mother sighed again. "You're right." She sniffled. "You...are...right. I can't. So...do whatever the fuck you want, cause I don't care anymore. Bye." And with that, she stood up.