In turn, he smiles back and raises his glass. I turn my chair half way back to the bar and set my glass on the counter all the while keeping my eye on...the good looking guy. A few minutes later the guy gets up and starts heading my way. Once he is standing directly beside me I am able to get a better look at him. He's about 5'10" with short dark brown hair. His eyes are a breath taking hazel. He has broad shoulders and muscled arms that are barely contained in his slate grey jacket. Underneath. All they want to do is talk about football and make fun of the girls.”“What about the girls? Do you have any friends?”“I hang around with a couple of girls. We eat lunch together and do projects in school.”“What about after school, do you sometimes invite them over to your house or go to their houses for parties?”“Dad won’t let me bring anyone to our house and I stopped asking him to let me go to a sleepover.“How come?”“Well, the last time I asked him, a little over a year ago, he said no and. The Russian flew Backfire bombers gauging our response and at what point our fighters were dispatched to challenge them.The Backfires were loaded with listening equipment instead of bombs to monitor radio communications between our bases and the fighters.The Chinese were even braver or else stupid. They flew spy planes miles inside the South Korean airspace, repeatedly ignoring all orders to leave. They flew while listening to frantic calls between fighter jets and control.Of course the South. It had been a long day so our mothers turned in a little early, each of them took a bottle of wine to bed with them. My cousins and I went to the indoor swimming pool.I was the oldest at fifteen and then came Candice age fourteen, and then Heather also age fourteen. Candice and her mother Delilah lived in Chicago, Heather and her mother Dominique lived in Cleveland, while Mom and I lived in Philadelphia.When my cousins removed their robes I was astounded. Candice had on a bright green bikini.