" Carole Ann?" I shouted to get her attention, "Ensign Olsen wants you to give lessons to the town air raid siren."This was the era of the fallout she...ter and students hiding under their desks as protection from nuclear blasts. Every town had war surplus air raid sirens scattered here and there. The radio had regular 'Tests' of the CONELRAD (CONtinental ALert RADio) Civil Defense Alert Network. I know a school desk would keep me from being charred to a crispy critter. But it sure made me hate. Or at least it didn't seem like long. We were having such a wonderful time that the time seemed to fly by.Just like the first time we spent an evening here, the food was totally unrecognizable. I couldn't even tell if it was meat, fish or vegetable. It was beautiful to look at though, and very tasty.We ate and talked quietly. We did our best not to disturb the hushed atmosphere that's a part of the mystique of the club. We had to keep telling Carol to keep it down. Sometimes her volume level. He knew it was time to go home at last but he was not going to tell hismother. He wanted her to feel the guilt of what she had done for alittle while longer. He wanted her to feel bad. He was definitely notthinking straight.As he began his long walk home, he began to reflect on the last feweventful days. It felt like a lifetime ago since he was running aroundthe tennis court in the uniform, playfully jumping, feeling theflimsiness of the pleated skirt. It was only three days ago. It. I, of course, did what I always did. I changed subjects."So, what are we going to do, now?"Vicki spoke up, "I've had enough swimming. How about a game of truth or dare?"Most of the kids seemed to like the idea, with the exception of Tina and myself. My guess was neither of us had done this kind of thing and the stories of what could happen could be a little nerve wracking. Zoe, however, had no sympathy for me."Great idea. Okay guys, dry off and lets all head for the living room."Everyone.