" She dropped onto the couch and Brody sat as well, but took care not to sit too close. "I told him he should wait and tell Dad later. He could avoid ... lot of stress that way, and he might change his mind. He says he's as sure as he's going to get, and he doesn't want to fake it with Dad for the next few years. He still wants to play ball and keep his scholarship, he just doesn't want to go pro." "It's his decision, and like you said, he may change his mind." Brody studied her as she stared up. Doing mundane things like this will keep my mind occupied for a bit. I just hate putting leftovers away, or I'd do that too." Yes, Sir. I'll put them away. While I do this, I'd like to hear about how you came to be so domesticated. This is far from the man I was on my knees for a few minutes ago." I'm still him, baby. I am a walking contradiction, I guess. I'm one of the few men, you'll find these days that can take complete care of himself ... well, except for one thing that is."We shared a. The most important issues all were concerned with the contract language.Their standard contract specified that the bond issuers, (the bond company) were to be the holders of all collateral, and that this included all of the accounts receivable we'd be pledging to provide funding for the amount of the annual debt service.What troubled my Dad was the absence of any language in the agreement that limited or controlled some of the uses the bond company could employ for this money.Additionally, the. .I had taken my college girlfriend to the art museum for a fun, downtown, midday date. It was inexpensive and a great way to just spend time with one another, plus, as we were both Art majors, it made sense to visit the museum frequently. We could talk and laugh and simply enjoy each other's company while also being able to take in some culture. "Daisy" was as cute as she could possibly be. She was very petite, only coming up to my collarbone, with a slim waist and the most perfect, if small,.