I chuckled, “Yeah you made it.”“You weren’t worried, were you?”“Deb, I’m your father. Of course, I was worried. I always worry about you... when you go out.”“I love you too, Daddy.”“Have you got a cold?”“No. Why?”“Well it looks like your nose is running.”Deb put a finger to her nose and felt the wetness.“Oh my,” and with that Deb took off for her room.It was just before midnight on the following Saturday night and I was again up doing my fatherly duty.Deb was out on a date with another new boy.. Rose quickly offered to watch the boys while Karen and Pete straighten their room and was surprised when Karen winked and said it had already been put in order. The two husbands went off to play with their sons and the wives basked in the sun. "You know. I can't walk normal all because of you and your tight ass," needled Rose to Karen. "And you don't think Pete wasn't going tit wild last night because of those mountains you are sporting." teased Karen right back. "Bet they would run for the. "He's been upset because his little convertible fell apart so quickly, when we all knew it wasn't built to handle the current road conditions. But after he fiddled with the ham radios, trying to approach it from a technical basis, I simply spliced a few wires on my smartphone recharger, and got it working." I would have gotten it," Tom insisted, not sounding very pleased. "Eventually..." So we can communicate with those at home then?" David asked, just to be sure."We should be able to, but we. Mr. Barton intervened: “I am glad we are going to get a chance to try out our new ‘clapometer’. Mr. Shaw has lost his socks and his shirt, so we can decide between undershirt, pants and underpants. If you favor his undershirt, please clap now!”Luke-warm applause. “Pants?” Slightly louder applause. “Underpants?” Enthusiastic applause. “Ok, we do not need our clapometer to tell us that the underpants have it. Over to you, Mr. Shaw!”Peter knew that this was going to be embarrassing. The whole.