There were a few gossipy tales about who lost their cherries and who got the drunkest and puked all over their dates. I'd never paid attention to thos...e things before but I was sensitive to what was being said about Katie and me. Fortunately there was nothing said, at least to me, that implied someone had actually seen us at the motel.I got a few jibes about having the bad luck to be with a chick who was never going to give it up. Of course, not from any of the guys who ran with Ron. I was sure. Loose fitting brown slacks and a white polo shirt was the plan tonight, and after brushing my teeth I headed back down. Linda was gushing over the books I had bought her, and soon the three of us were discussing if Asimov or Heinlein was the superior author. Amazed that she had never read Starship Troopers, dad promised to find his copy to loan her next time Linda came over.We headed on out, and found Holly leaning against the back of Scout. We all exchanged hugs, and I could tell she was. He looked like a drowned rat as he came through the kitchen and headed towards his bedroom. I smiled as he came through.“That wasn’t funny!” he protested.“No, it was hilarious! We definitely have to do that again!” I responded.“There’s going to be some payback, Dad!”I stood up and smiled. “You up for that?”He backed away. “Just remember who’s going to be picking out the old folks’ home you end up in!” I made a move to chase him, and he ran down the hall and we heard the lock click on his door.I. Another telltale sign that he had a serious problem with alcohol, even when he finally admitted that he was an alcoholic and attended regular AA meetings, Patty confessed that he still couldn't stop drinking. A closet drunk, he had somehow hidden his drinking from me. It's a disease. His father had it and now he has it."He'd rather celebrate his birthday with his drunken friends, instead of with his family. That's where he is, in the bar with his friends getting drunk again," said Patty. "He'd.