I expect better from all of you.’ I pause again. ‘I’m not going to beat a dead horse, so let’s load up. We got a long drive home.’ Soon afte..., we are ready to go. As usual, I am the last one on the bus. I board the first bus and search for a spot. Nothing. ‘There’s still a few seats on the other bus Sean.’ one of the band moms tells me kindly. I nod and head over to the seconds bus. The percussion kids always sit on this bus, so its noticeably louder than the first. I stand at the front for a. No-one had a valid claim on my affections or sexual fidelity at the time. It did me a world of good, and – according to the other party – her too.ANWAY: On to the story.I was taking my son and three of his friends up to a cottage in Sweden. I (we in happier times) have done that frequently, usually taking two girls and two boys (including my son) ever since they were old enough to be away for sleep-overs – and more than once had a bawling home-sick kid on our hands. I saw no reason to stop it. Her 'like' of my 'thumb up' comes at one click. What a hot chick! My diagnosis:A heavy case of Orgasmus Erasmus Instantanus, the immediately 'Praise of Folly'.Later I wondered whether one of those Facebook-boys had been just as lucky as me, to notice this style of 'like' by one 'chick', ehh pardon me, by only one 'click'?My drumming concert with Jennifer's vocal contribution was great music, especiallyhow she sang sexy solo's when she came. Have you ever heard it, a woman who sings an aria. While you are there, make a point to look around and to listen, you never know what you'll find out."One thing I found out from having Henry along: traveling is a lot more pleasant when you have a companion. It's nice to be able to talk to somebody besides your horse! Horses ain't much for two-way conversation.Our stop for dinner was at one of those combination inns, saloons, restaurant, and general store to be found at most major crossroads. I noticed several horses hitched in front of the.