" I nodded to the voice of my 14 year old daughter behind me. I didn't turn to face her because I still needed to put up that strong front. She needed...to know that her dad was still the man she respected, not some wimp left a quivering, crying emotional wreck, by a cheating wife."Race you to the car," I said. Her response as expected, was a peal of girlish giggling and a mad dash out to the triple wide driveway, where my bright red Mustang 302 Boss Laguna Seca waited. I'd traded in my older. When can I see you?"She said, still without any warmth or feeling in her voice, "I don't know. This damn test is taking all my time right now; maybe when it's done." OK, get some sleep now, and I'll wait to hear from you this weekend. Good night, dear one!"She just said, "Good night." Then she hung up.I was crushed! I had so been looking forward to hearing the Sandy I remembered and loved; warm, happy, caring. Tonight she was just impersonal, abrupt, and almost indifferent. She sounded like a. "It is indeed exquisite," I finally agreed in a choked voice. Batterton and Connor reacted no less strongly."We found her a-floatin' in the wreckage of a British frigate," he said after his brief introduction of her which I have quoted at the beginning of my story. "She'd come to grief on the Wallbern Shoals, which any mariner ought to have known about. Takin' the new Guv'nor to Grenada."He nodded toward the watch, which Connor had returned to the table without closing its cover."She was the. ." In the locker room it was the usual paradise for the likes of me, as well as hell: peeking until my eyes fell off. If I were to be caught by one of the cool k**s it was going to be hell, but it payed itself of for the first class view I got on some, the differences in development were sometimes staggering: some guys didn't even have pubes and were just like babies, others seemed to have gone through a hair growing machine all hairy and big, at least more developed. In the shower the variety.