Standing there was David, but it wasn't David -if you know what I mean. He had changed. He appeared shorter, his hairwas much longer and lighter, an... she could swear she could detectbreasts under his baggy t-shirt. Her mouth dropped open as she cried,"What the hell has happened to you?"He rubbed his [now] smooth face, and replied, "What do you mean?" Butthe voice that came out of his mouth was not one either of themrecognized. It was much higher, with the smallest hint of a lisp."What. ”“You’re right, but I didn’t think about it,” Sean said shrugging his shoulders. He paused and looked off into the distance for a second. Holding a finger up in the air, he said, “I’ve got the solution to our problem.”“What?” Mr. Catchums asked with a worried expression on his face.Sean answered, “I will go home, invent a time machine, go back to yesterday, paint half of the picnic tables, and return to the current time. Problem solved.”“There’s no need to go to all of that trouble,” Mr.. "Perhaps, I should keep him waiting. I've to lookperfect. Am I wearing the right lipstick? Should I use something thattastes better?," my mind started to wander. We were going out for thefirst time; needless to say, I was quite nervous.We met only a few weeks ago, him being the son of a cable repairman whocame one day. That day felt almost ominous. Mobiles were just emerging,and our world was about to change. It was just like any other summer day,warm and pleasant. My parents had gone to work,. She advanced a step, pressing herself into him, and forcing him backward out of the circle of light into a darkened doorway. Her hands never left his body as they touched his chest and kneaded his pants. His heart was racing as his back touched against the locked door behind him in the darkest part of the shadow.***Sulphurette reached down to unbuckle the man's belt with one hand while keeping up a steady pressure with the other. She could hear his breath already starting to come in gasps.