Shedid not want me to find my sister. I knew I was getting in deeper anddeeper. She gave me another pill and told me to relax, everything wouldbe just...fine.Back home I sat in front of the mirror staring at this beautifulteenage girl. What was happening to me? I wanted to kiss me I was socute! Mary was over me with a big smile, saying, "Yes, Paula your arebeautiful, I am so proud of my creation. I love doing this to boys andI know soon you will love it too."It was so strange to hear her talking. "Yeathat's cool me and my big brother were hitchhiking too when Mr. Wilsonhere stopped and picked us up too. We were hitching about 100 miles agobefore he stopped for you two." How old are you guys, you do look like brothers?" I say not evenrealizing my question made me sound like a little kid.Brian puts his hand over my shoulder and smiles at me. "Well I am 15 andmy big brother is 16 almost 17. You're a little too young for me but mybig brother would probably date a little girl like you. She quickly put away the photos and locked them up. She opened the door to find Rachel quietly standing there with a handful of papers."I need for you to review these and if they're okay, then sign them," said Rachel in a small voice.Sandra was always in a state of heightened sensitivity after looking at the photos."You bothered me for that?" she snapped at Rachel."Couldn't this have waited?" I'm very sorry," apologized Rachel. "But I knew you wanted this to go out in the mail today." Then why. And many years later, just this year as it happened, Deborah had signed up to take a motorcycle tour, and on a Friday morning in Munich she spied a certain John Anders once again – for the first time in twenty two years. At first she was almost in a state of shock, then she remembered the man he’d been that night in Berlin, and she saw the man he appeared to be now. They talked again, she felt herself falling under his spell again, but time had changed them both. They were no longer young, she.