.. older,” the man grinned at me as I got into the van with my stuff ... wait, who does valet driving with a VAN?“I hear that a lot, mostly becaus... I’m loaded,” I shrugged, “you are?”“Marten De Groot. Nice to meet you. That’s Marten with ‘e,’ not with an ‘i.’ I’m Belgian, Flemish to be precise. My wife, Nicole, is a Walloon, a Francophone Belgian. Hence part of why we’re here in America. Nobody here gives a crap about the old feuds that way. Our lovely daughter, Anne-Marie, is really going to. " You glanced?" I said feigning surprise, "you were watching" No," she replied quickly, "I was not watching. I just glanced out a couple of times."Seeing attack was the best defense, I quickly same back: "You were watching." The emphasis on the 'were'."Did you have a good look?" I added with a bit of sarcasm, which she ignored.Closing off the conversation from her point of view she quipped: "Just get them to use the bathroom."I laughed and repeated: "You were watching."She gave up a turned back. Don't worry." You don't understand. I had a whole year's worth of work in there; formulas, figures, notes... gone, all gone." Farhad, it's not gone. It's all on disk chip, right? So when we get home you'll transfer it and everything will be fine. Okay? What's important is that you're all right. That we all are." Yavi said as she tried to comfort him."Yes, yes of course Yavi. You're right," replied Farhad managing a weak smile. Yavi smiled back stronger."Everyone all right? Is anyone hurt?". ”“No, it’s me. And before you say anything else, seven.”“Seven?! You?!”“Gee, thanks,” I said sarcastically.“Come on, Mike. I’d NEVER have expected that. Two? Sure. MAYBE three. So what’s the big deal then?”“I just can’t go around sleeping with anyone who asks.”“If there are girls asking and you’re saying ‘no’, I repeat — you’re doing college wrong!”“You’ve never turned down a girl?”“Who just wanted to fool around? No! Why?”“Self-respect? Respect for the girls? Ethics? Morality? Not wanting to.