It hadn't changed at all. Same fresh-looking paint, same flower bed full of daisies, even the same minivan in the driveway. I smiled and shook my head...as I paid the driver."Thanks. And welcome home, uh...sorry, I can't tell your rank from here," he said.I smiled. "Private third-class. But my name is Jack." Ok, then welcome home, Jack." Good to be here, my friend. Thanks for the ride."I got out of the cab and grabbed my duffle bag. Still smiling, I walked up to the door and knocked. Almost. I had a boyfriend his name was Clay but the both of us knew it would be stupid to keep dating halfway across the country.Watching TV I always had this glamorized image of LA. So being scared id look too "safe" I had my natural brunette breast length hair dyed to a Playboy- Playmate- Silver- blonde to bring out my aqua blue and sometimes green eyes. At the time I weighed only 98 pounds and had A 34 D sized chest. I stood at 5'7. As for my ass it wasn't big but not small either. I became known. Mom couldn't see Carol in the booth as she walked toward me. Mom put her face close with her mouth open to kiss me and suddenly saw Carol. I wanted to fall through the floor.Carol threw her hands up and cheerfully said with a big smile, "Surprise!"I threw my hands up and said, "Surprise!" It was the only word I could possibly utter.Laughter filled the kitchen. When I could finally breathe, I said, "Mom, this is Carol Adams. Carol, this is my mother, Sabrina Thomas."Mom said, "Carol, I have. My only thoughts were I had just done to them what they had wanted to do to us. I had to forget it. Clear my mind for now. The spectre shuddered hard from a violent blast of flak, and the aircraft waffled wildly from side to side. The tail rudder had been hit but the damage was minimal, and the ship slowly regained its posture. The VOX radio channel crackled, and I heard cowboy tell the control aircraft we were heading to a higher altitude to re fuel. We started to climb and the AC130 moaned.