It was a public expression of great friendship, even comradeship as we learned about life together, and I only wish that we could have got somebody to...take a photograph of us for the benefit of posterity.I'd never really had a gang of such close friends before, and even if one of them did happen to be my sister, I was delighted to be part of such a close-knit group of six. I suspected that we all felt the same; none of us had been party animals or happy in social situations, and the feeling of. . all I had to do was remember that he was just my sexy older brother, and nothing more.Wait, no. Not sexy. That wasn’t what I was trying to ... I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Here was what I was going to do: I was going to get up, go downstairs, and sit down in front of my brother. I was going to try to ignore the way he’d inevitably stare at my tits, or the way that my body would respond ... I wasn’t going to let his long, lingering glances at my chest affect my behavior.I certainly. I was even more amazed at what they were fastened to. Kim had really come through for me.I found four completely equipped field packs propped up against the back wall of the cave. Each had a green glow stick tied to it. Grabbing one of the packs and digging around in it, I found a present waiting for me. It was attached to a combat web belt that was fastened to the pack’s frame. It was a flashlight. Grabbing it up, I turned it on and I beamed the light about. In seconds I got to see everything. This stemmed from the mysterious and persistent legacy of the Beatles' Invasion of the American music scene almost thirty years earlier. Whatever magic sparkle the lovable mop-tops possessed, Americans were convinced that it had brushed off on all and every one of their compatriots even if, by the 1990s, only Oasis played music that remotely resembled Mersey Beat. While my musical reference points were West Coast America and Detroit, Americans assumed that all we knew and cared about were the.