I was born in 1952, almost a hundred years from now.” I spent the next forty-five minutes giving them the story of my twentieth and twenty-first cen...ury life. My parents teaching school at the reservation, being adopted by the Garcia’s, joining the military, finding and marrying Laura, my education, my kids, my work in the service, my retirement, Laura’s death, and finally waking up here, after driving into a low fog. As I talked, I watched their expressions change from disbelief to. On several occasions, the whine of flyer engines were heard overhead, and we were forced to race for cover to avoid the penetrating beams of searchlights. On one occasion, Vanessa was caught in the edge of the beam, and we thought that we'd been discovered but fortunately, we managed to escape undetected.It was Peter's complacency that finally led to our undoing. Protesting about the cold, he lit a small fire and it blossomed up out of all control before we could stop it. A passing flyer. ‘Don’t get attached to him until he is sure about this. Just think of it as a bit of fun helping him learn the ropes,’ Brian counseled himself.By the end of the weekend, Brian knew he needed to pull back some or lose all self-control. Leaving Mark Sunday evening, Brian did not suggest seeing each other the next day. But Monday night, after they had watched the gay porn movie while they chatted on the phone, Brian was all in. Hearing the anguish in Mark’s voice, Brian hurried to Mark's side. When she looked in the mirror again, she was satisfied that nobody would mistake her for a boy, and it being summer vacation, she skipped her usual makeup.When Kate left the house, she found Sarah sitting on the lawn, thumbing through her phone. Her bike was dumped next to her.Sarah was the polar opposite of Kate. Also sixteen years old, in the last year, she had ‘blossomed.’ At five foot seven inches tall, Sarah was all curves. She had B cup breasts and flaring hips.Her wavy red hair had not.