She kicked off her shoes and headed for the refrigerator to get a glass of fresh lemonade."Wow! You're sure in a good mood. How'd it go today?" I aske...."School wasn't so easy today. We had a really tough math test," Vicky replied taking a big gulp of juice."Then what's left you in such a bouncy mood, my dear little minx?" Well," Vicky answered with a devilish grin that made her bright green eyes sparkle. "You know that stuck-up spoiled brat of a daughter of yours... ?" Hmmm ... no, can't say as. " Maybe just scared." Yeah, but knowing that now is a good place to start, right? You can deal with it now. You're not pretending." Having an awesome boyfriend helps."She snuggled into me, kissing my tummy."Just remember, dear," I said, "if you're ever feeling insecure: I'm no dummy, and I think you're the greatest thing since blueberry pancakes." Thanks, but knowing you're actually an intelligent guy doesn't really reassure me. It makes me worry that at some point you'll wise up and realize. There’s food at the buffet near the back if you’re hungry, and the dance floor is always open.”“Is everyone else on the other side?” I asked, eyeing all the empty seats around me.“Probably some over there,” Karen replied. “It’s very early yet. The action heats up closer to ten or eleven or so.”“Oh, okay,” I replied.Fred cut in, “Don’t put up with any shit from anyone. No means no, okay?”“Yeah. Karen told me the same.”Karen nodded. “Also, no overt sexual stuff in the bar area. Kissing, light. I also know that my biological father was tall. At least 6’5” so I should be as tall as he was, but I will never be fat again.I dress in shorts t-shirt and cleats and head out to the football field. After I left the guy giving the pushup and setup test a surprise. I did ninety-five pushups and one-hundred setups in the two minute time for each event.We get out to the football field and are ordered to line up at the five yard line.“Where is Smart-ass at,” I hear someone ask with a bark as I see.