Often, April would bring someone for me to meet and chat with, getting us started with a bridge line or two, and then fading away. Several times Seren... made the introduction.After about an hour, April came to me and gently pulled me from a conversation with some dean. "It's time for us to go. No one else feels that they can leave until we do."I understood immediately, and started to make my excuses. Ten minutes later, April and I were in the limo. I thought it would just be the two of us. "Well...when I was your age, I was sneaking around the house wheneverybody else was out, dressing in mum's clothes. If I heard a cardoor slam, I'd be peeping out through the Venetians, checking on thatit was not a visitor for the house or someone coming home, ready tochange and run for cover. You on the other hand, are relaxed dressed.Nobody takes you for anything else than what you appear, a beautifulyoung girl. If I went out like you did this weekend when I was sixteen,I would've got out the. After a week we settled things and mom was asking dad for a milkman as she can’t walk 3 kms to buy so dad informed a policeman and he got a milkman to give milk daily. The real story starts here, the other day the milk man came home at morning 7 o clock and rang the bell mom went with nighty and opened the door and she enquired him and asked his name and he replied his name as Peter. I just came outside and stood behind mom, as my mom was talking I saw the milkman was watching my mom so closely. .." If you keep calling me 'sir' I'm gonna start calling you 'lieutenant'." Okay, Anders," I said. "If she was the archetypical college babe, you and I would not be sitting here having this conversation. That's not my type." Oh, you have a type?" No, at least I didn't until I met your daughter. I don't treat her like an object. She returns the favor. She's intelligent and level-headed. And pretty. Lots of pretty. But the first two come first." She talks about you a lot. My daughter calls us.