"I have a glass of wine poured for you," Dad said pointing to the table. She raised an eyebrow but did not say anything about there being glasses of w...ne for all of us teens as well. She took a sip and sighed with that deep sigh of someone finally home after a grueling time away."Honey," Dad said, "why don't you change into that swimsuit of Kelly's you wore last Sunday night and join us for a bit out by the pool before we order pizza?"Cheryl almost snorted her wine through her nose. She coughed. The earlier versions of the instant camera were too ‘messy’ and time dependent, and I didn’t want to fool with it, so I decided to use the ‘later model’ in my story during this time frame.)We chatted about our different upbringings as we approached a clearing along the river’s edge, which contained a small cabin and wooden fishing dock. During our two and a half mile journey, I learned that Viktoriya was a young bride; married two years ago last May. Her husband, Sergei Tolsik, was a recently. “weeell it’ll have to do for now” the light blonde said as both chuckled and shifted their nice toned and shapely legs. “Our parents won’t let us work during the semester, so we can’t splurge on much” she said with a pouty face. “Oh really?” I replied “mind if I cover your bill then?”. They seemed nice and were giving me a good show, so why not reward them?“We’d really appreciate that mister” the light blonde said with a mischievous smile and her chest poked out. “Thank you” said the dirty. As the first robe was pulled back, wailing and crying broke out amongst several women and soon after, their children. Eighteen year old, Kirklan Douglas, Harlan’s last relative in line, looked at James MacRae with shock, as he was told of how his uncle, his father and two cousins, had met their deaths at the hand of God. Fear struck him deep, as he added up the number of his clan that were dead and the fighting hadn’t even started yet. ‘I am.’ Kirklan spoke out weakly, feeling he was marking.