.shit shit shit i ahd gone to farFlash, whirr a sharp intake of breatheMy older sister stood in the doorway, my parents instamatic in her hand,( yes t...is dates me, in the times before digital ,kodak developed a point press and self develop camera) a picture hanging from it, two pictures wafted in her other hand.My head spun , a blackness opened up , i felt sick, she had seen ... I paused numb dumbstruck.She looked at me in my m*ms pink french knickers, spunk dribbling through my fingers, my. "JC smiled brightly, dizzyingly happy that AJ wanted to get to know her for whom she really was. And a little frightened that maybe when he found out everything, if he was around long enough, that he might not want to know all of JC. Some parts of her could be pretty terrifying."I promise!" JC grinned."Good. Colonels can be so stuck up, almost as much as Admirals. Let's just be civilians today and have a good time, ok?" AJ asked, squeezing her hand."Yes, a good time. Would that good time happen. They were co-captains of not only their debate team, but also volleyball and soccer. During their senior prom, their high school did something special. Both of them were crowned queens for the Prom. While in college, they shared the same dorm room, and majored in the same subject and they actually lead their college to a championship in volleyball. It was interesting to see how closely these two women were tied together. Now both of them were renting houses just a few houses away from each. Her teacher, Mr. Jones, had just noticed that Sara was talking to Jason and said “Sara, I’d like to see you after class.” Sara fell silent and waited until the bell rang and all of the other kids left. She then got up out of her desk and walked up to Mr. Jones’ desk.He said “Grab a chair and sit down.” So while Sara did that Mr. Jones walked over to the door and closed it. Mr. Jones was a young teacher, about thirty years old and pretty handsome.Mr. Jones turned and then went back to his desk.