You are a good kisser, Mister.”I knew that the universe had a sadistic sense of irony but this was over the top. Somehow the universe sent me back t... live through Pearl Harbor Day, and I was going to be right in the middle of it.“What time is it, please,” I asked feeling scared.“It’s just about six AM. Why?”“Are you heading past, or near Wheeler? I really need to get there like RIGHT NOW,” I said with just a bit too much emotion.Clair smiled. “We are heading to Wheeler. Jenny and I are meeting. And we'll be alone. I thought this might be fun. Just the two of us? Tomorrow, maybe? And if the weather holds and you enjoy it, perhaps a couple more times after that?”The rest of the afternoon passed without any notable events. Emily was just lying in an easy chair in our garden, reading some book and tanning in her most recent acquisition while I nervously alternated between sitting in the grass next to her, fidgeting on my phone and trying to take naps every now and then—not that I was able. Stumbling out of the chair, I staggered my way to the liquor cabinet and took out another bottle of Dewar’s scotch.Settling back in my chair, I took a big swig from the bottle and that was the last thing I remembered. At some point in the evening, I was startled by what felt like a hand gently stroking my cheek. I noticed the room was dark and reached over to turn on the lamp, only to discover it would not come on. Instead, a soft glow emanated from the corner of the room with just enough light. He was the last person I wanted to meet asRachel. But too late. He would remember this all his life.Jenny came back in and rummaged in her dresser. "Why don't you wear thistonight whilst we talk? You can leave your undergarments on; I want to seehow you got that shape." She handed me a long silken nightdress. "I'llchange too. It has been quite an evening but I need to know all now." OK," I said softly. "I'll be back soon." I closed the bedroom door andwent to the bathroom. I looked in the.