Fire was my worry and I made to get out of this wreckage as quickly as possible. I thought twice about leaving my rifle as I had no ammunition for it ...nyway, but it was too good a rifle to leave. I grabbed the rifle and my pack, slipped off my parachute and just ran out through the huge hole opposite me and away from the wreck.The snow wasn't that deep and I was able to get a good 50 yards away in case of an explosion. When I looked at what was left I doubted that an explosion could cause any. Don't burn your tongue." Thank you, Master Art. I will be careful." Just 'Art', Tiarna."Her only response was to cast her eyes down at her plate and lift a spoonful, blowing on it to cool it before sipping. I think it was only the heat that stopped the soup from disappearing as fast as the bread roll; I was only half-way down my own bowl when she finished. At that she must have had asbestos tongue and lips."This is very good. Who cooked it ... Art?"I stood and fetched the pan from the stove. "I. It was Cathy, the girl who lived directly across the street. Cathy already had on her swim suite and I watched as she walked to the far end of the pool and laid her towel on a chair. She pulled a white bathing cap down over her blond curls and then stepped to the edge of the pool, paused a moment and dove in. When Cathy popped up next to me I tried not to stare at her chest. I was 13 and Cathy had what every young boy wanted to look at ... BREASTS. Not just some little bumps or the first. ”Jason stared at him, shock in his face, at the slap hehad just received. Beneath the shock, though, he wasgrowing afraid. He couldn’t afford a suspension. He wasin enough trouble at home, and he REALLY wanted arecommendation from at least one of his teachers, forhis college application in two years. Anothersuspension would certainly prevent him from getting anysuch recommendation. He had been warned as much by theSchool Principal.“Mrs. Norman, listen, I’m very.