I got home last week, and my daughter was out back in her bikini. Seeing her laying by the pool isn’t unusual. What was unusual was that she was out there while the HVAC technician was working on the air conditioning. The last few times the HVAC technician was there, he was old and heavy set. I couldn’t believe my daughter would be out there with an old man. When I got around the house, there stood a different HVAC technician and I could understand why my seventeen-year-old daughter was in the backyard. The HVAC tech couldn’t have been much over twenty, and he was cute. He reminded me of my best friend’s son. I went into the house, not wanting her to be embarrassed. I called out as I got into the kitchen, giving her a chance to come inside. She came in and said the HVAC tech was out there, and headed inside. When the HVAC tech came in to give me the bill, he was looking around. I asked if he needed something. He looked at me like he didn’t realize there was someone else in the house. About that time, my daughter came downstairs with a pair of shorts on and offered to walk him out to the service van. I grabbed her arm and told her to behave. She smiled and reminded me he was an HVAC technician, so he was too old for her right now. In two months, he wouldn’t be, and she was going to give him her birth date and phone number. All I could do was laugh.