He stood up and walked two steps from his desk. His expression didn't change, but there was something different about his face. It seemed smoother, le...s lined, and thinner. Was he losing weight? No, the gray in his hair was darkening to the original color. Mort realized that the man was getting younger. When they had met, Mort would have guessed Carl Winchell's age at about 40, the same as his own. Now the teacher looked to be in his early 20s -- and still getting younger. His face softened. Marie studied her daughter's lips. They were full and lush, sexy. She remembered kissing Sophie last night and a spark of arousal hit her.Since puberty Marie had been aware of her attraction to girls. She'd explored it with Jenny, a childhood friend who was adventurous but ultimately not interested. And then boys had distracted her. Her attraction to the same sex was muted. It wasn't as all consuming or powerful as her attraction to guys; the right guys. But it had stayed with her.Then last. He was amazed how well those young girls adapted to the back country. It was the growing up on a farm that gave them the edge they needed to be "the cream of the crop" when it came to survival. Tamara was able to somehow send signals to those two girls without the need of verbal commands and he wondered if there was some sort of telepathic connection between them or if it was simply the natural connection between them that made verbal communication unnecessary. He made certain they all were. ---She was sitting at the table now, both her parents were alive and sittingwith her. Neither thought twice about their son being their daughternow. Finally she managed to build up the courage, "So do either of younotice anything different about me?"Both her parents stared at her for a moment. Her mother was the first tospeak, "Is it your hair? It does look a little better. You have suchpretty hair, you really should do something with it." She looked over toFaith's father, "Isn't that.