Jesus! I don’t even know who I am any more.’ ‘Rick, what’s wrong?’ Dianna asked. ‘Aw shit…’ Rick said. He got up and began to pace. �...The other day, I saw my dad screwing Miss Conklin and Lisa.’ ‘What?’ Dianna exclaimed, stunned by the news. So Miss Conklin wasn’t a Lesbian, she must be bi-sexual, and she was sleeping with Rick’s father, and sharing other girls with him, too. ‘Yeah, I did, but that isn’t all of it,’ Rick said. ‘I think my best friend is screwing my Mom.’ He stopped pacing,. I feel groggy and lethargic as I slowly come to; normal for a deep sleeper like myself. Slowly, I pry my eyes open but see nothing. Confused, I move my head slightly. It takes my sleepy mind a while to notice that there is something over my eyes. I reach with my hands to remove it, only to realise that they have both been tied down with some sort of rope. As consciousness slowly pulls at me I can feel the rope around my feet too. I tug gently and meet resistance from all four points. With a. I was working after school at a gas station in town. Most days after 9 p.m., things would slow down and some friends would drop by the station. Somedays we would drink a few beers at work and do a little partying between customers. One of my work buddy's friends was Dave. He was out of school and a few years older than me. I met him at work and once in a while he would stop by and visit while I was working. I had to work nights, and I got off at midnight. One fall evening, Dave stopped by for. Jana would be coming along on any enterprise they conjured up. "Umm, the La 5s and LaGGs have a similar range to the Hurricane. The MiG is a little longer but we couldn't hang around for long..." Yak 9s," interrupted Jana, "they're good for 1000 kilometres on full tanks!" Have we any undamaged?" Who knows? Won't know for sure until light." In any case, we need to fly anything that will get into the air to dispersal fields..." That's what Junior Officers are for," laughed 'Oz', "and maybe those.