Simpson with respect." he said in a semi-serious voice."It's OK, Brent. And I'm Bonnie, not Ms. Simpson, Andrea," the older woman said with a smile."T...anks, and like I said, its Andy to my friends, and any friend of Dad's is a friend of mine," she stated simply.Brent breathed an audible sigh of relief as the two women exchanged hugs. Now, about Scott, he wondered.He had hardly gotten the thought in his mind when Scott reappeared wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. He glanced quickly at his. We can have a good breakfast, check into the motel, and have the whole day to rest or look around town." If you are up all night, you are going to need to rest," she informed me."A couple of hours sleep and I will be fine," I informed her. "We can still do our sight seeing, if you are up to it. You can sleep in the car so you should be. I have combat sleep habits. I can stay awake without any help, if I really need to do so." She didn't need to know the truth. Hell, the truth was that she could. Some of the girls she knew had boyfriends that their fathers approved of but tended to hang out with other guys any chance they got. She was pissed off that someone would treat a nice guy like Andy that way."So let's rub her face in it," Regan replied. "She dropped you tonight, right?"Andy nodded."We show up and hang out for awhile," Regan continued. "We show her that you rebound quite nicely. I'm not that ugly and, uh, well, I'm actually very well off." You're not the least bit ugly," Andy. I knew a couple of the people at my table and we chatted lightly with one another as we ate our dinner. We polished off the bottle of wine that was on the table and I decided I would go to the cash bar to get another bottle as well as a shot for myself. As I was standing there waiting for the bartender to figure out how to remove his head from his ass, this absolute knock out stands next to me smiling and says hello. When I looked over to respond I believe I may have busted a nut in my pants.