I clutch my head as my eighteen-year-old face gawps at me from the mirror.“What the hell?”It’s real. It’s fucking real! Sleep hasn’t banishe... the ‘dream’ and I’m still in August nineteen eighty-nine. Yes! It’s too good to be true, yet here I am. By some miracle, I’ve gone back in time and have the chance to live my life over, do it better. I won’t marry that pig of an ex-husband, for starters.My head hurts as the wider implications dawn on me. I’ve never been into sports, but I remember enough. Gordon near Augusta as well as Warner- Robins Air Base near Macon. There were also some reports of minor problems in some of the smaller towns throughout Georgia,” she told me.“Anything local?” I asked before commenting.“Nothing last night, but I wouldn’t hold my breath,” she told me.“I never anticipated anything like what has occurred,” I told her.“It appears that the Governor is trying to keep some of what happened last night under wraps, but it must have been pretty bad for him to call on. I was suddenly so turned on by the feel of her against me, her hips pressed against my own, her rack pushed up against my chest. I looked back into her face and felt her hand on the back of my head, her fingers running through my hair, pulling my head towards her. Our lips met and she began to kiss me passionately. I wrapped my arms around her and met her tongue with my own. We held each other in an embrace. My arms felt numb. I wasnt really sure of what to do with my hands. Up until now me and. We made it through the rest of the introductions, then finally George went to the front table, handing her the microphone. “Oh, very well, George. There are some here who don’t know me, after all. I am Teresa, Lady Rothschild, this is Serena and her daughter, Hannah. My husband is Victor, Baron Rothschild, and, of course, we control Rothschild and Company. Around four hundred billion,” she said, smiling politely.After that, the soup was served.I was surprised that the main course was a filet.