I had to admit that I could have done worse for myself in picking out a mug to slap on the front of my head. I had a square jaw, sandy blonde hair and...dark blue eyes. I had definitely traded up in looks. I already knew my body here was better, but that was mostly the result of my new youth. In this century, I was six feet, one inch tall, and weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds. Before, I was an inch taller and probably twenty (more like thirty) pounds heavier. I wasn’t exactly skinny. The world shifted again, only this time it felt like he'd had lost a dimension rather than the world around him. He felt like he was a paper cut-out. And blue, oddly. Blue like a cartoon character coming out of a frozen lake, although he didn't feel any cold.He ricocheted off the walls and ceiling. Bab tracked his progress as he bounced around the room. She bent down and blew another bubble, orange this time. Jackson's spinning form fell into the bubble and it flattened out like one of those. "And one of the strangest." I bit her on the nose and let go of her.In science class that afternoon we'd watched a video about the science of cosmology. A group of scientist trying to fathom the secrets of the universe. They just didn't want to tackle the tough question: how women think."I'm sorry that you have so little respect for me that you don't think I can make it through the weekend without attacking a pretty..." I decided to rub it in. "No, a beautiful girl. I appreciated the. "Grandmother, what's wrong? With us. Why?" Fifty years ago," she began, "I was a radio operator in the Air Force." Grandmother, you built radios. You weren't actually in the Air Force." Shush. I was in the Air Force, Sean. You have your version of our family history. I know the truth and you should too." I don't get it," the young man said."Sean, you must remember your first time. Young teens maybe? Perhaps your mother used to let her underwear drip-dry in the back yard. Maybe it was the.