They destroyed those mobile guns in ten minutes, man! Ten fuckin minutes to do what we couldn't do after tryin' all night and all day! How the hell di... they get that many tanks in the rear?" They had to have moved them in over the mountains," Brian opined."Is that possible?" Matt asked. "We fly over them mountains all the time. I never saw nothin' down there it looked like you could drive a tank over." Let alone five hundred of them," Brian said. "I don't know. I can't think of any other way. The culture of my youth was saturated in myth and fantasy. We took marijuana, LSD and magic mushrooms and fancied ourselves connected to some deep vein of ancient wisdom unconnected to the mundane reality of modern life. I’d spent mid-summer’s eve at Stonehenge in England and believed that I’d perceived some greater cosmic truth that had nothing to do with the two hundred and fifty micrograms of acid I’d taken and the Grateful Dead tracks we were playing on the portable cassette deck. We’d. At this moment, Peggy was the hottest woman on the planet to these horny teenage boys. She paused to allow them to look, just as she had planned. Peggy was grinning as she reached for the basketball, then slowly stood straight up.She clumsily dribbled the ball around the half court. Her tits were jiggling as she moved about. She stopped at the free-throw line and pumped the ball toward the rim of the goal. It missed entirely and so she ran after the ball. She again bent down, with her back to. " Roger jerked his head, " ... there he is."I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, there was Dan walking into the cafeteria on his third day of school. Over six feet tall and muscular, naturally big that way, with a good looking face, I guess. I didn't really care, except I'd overheard some of the girls talking about him already, with their silly ooh's and ahh's and all that. He was healthy, yeah, probably gonna be on the football team, or wrestling maybe. Heck, tall as Dan was he probably.