It seemed to make sense, but how was she planning to make him seem less rugged, he already kept himself clean shaven, and his hair was worn in a ponyt...il, not the wild loose style favored by bikers and other macho types. Still, whatever she had in mind would be worth at least trying, if it might get him into her bed.When Donna came back down the stairs she had a small bag with her. She put her hand into the bag and made a sort of presentation of it. "It's hard for a man to seem rugged in this,". Brett was about 6' tall and Tyler just about an inch or two shorter. Both had medium builds and unruly thatches of brown hair. It looked like they'd both been wearing caps all day and had recently taken them off. They were both kind of just average looking, not ugly but nothing to write home about either. As their mother introduced them, they both just nodded and mumbled some kind of greeting in my direction. It appeared obvious that of the two of them, Brett was always the leader and Tyler. As we stood on the back deck saying good-bye, I noticed another door."Is that from the garage?" I asked, pointing to it."Yes," she replied, "so we'd see their headlights if they were to pull in while we're standing here, but you wouldn't want to pass that door as you made your escape." Actually, I was thinking that, if your parents are sound sleepers, we could rendezvous in the garage in the dead of night." That's not a bad idea," she said, "It wouldn't be the ideal spot but given a choice of. I know you are probably at your wit’s end already with my daughter, but would you please mind her for a few more hours, sir?” his neighbor asked pleadingly.Mr. Brooks groaned into the phone, trying as hard as he could to act disgruntled and put out by the woman’s neediness. Cherie smiled as he shot her a quick glance, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “That will be fine; I’ll do what I can for you. I’m sure we can manage for a while longer,” he opined. “One more thing, Mr. Brooks, and I am.