During the night, she had rubbed against him on the dance floor. Everyone else was oblivious to them, they only saw each other. With moves timed perfe...tly with his, arms wrapping around him, hands running up and down his back, she used her eyes to entice his movements. He knew when she was leading him and he willingly followed. In return, simply watching his eyes told her every movement he intended her to make. Each dance step, each spin, each dip only drove them both toward the eventual. Scare me? Well,you can just fucking stop it! I'm just a fucking cashier! I'm nobody!" I..." Josh was going to say something that would prevent Lyda frombecoming hysterical, but a sudden wave of dizziness overcame him. Newmemories were beginning to bob up into his mind, displacing his own. Thekindly face of an Sicilian mother, and the stern expression of an always-angry father. Growing up in a cheap two-room studio much too small forthe three of them. Father leaving with some trashy American. Actually, Alec did have a side trip of his own planned, and it coincided with 1943 perfectly; but he kept that a secret, even from the Major.Alec's grandfather was born in 1944, almost eight months to the day after he would emerge in time. Alec planned to enhance his family line!The system looked like a hyperbaric chamber. Alec had studied photos of his great grandma, as hot a babe as existed during WWII. He also saw that his great grandpa and he were dead ringers
