Well as you can see this is not just one event but also several. I will go back though the years as I go along this way you get the whole picture of the who I am. If you are wondering as to what year, this is let me tell you. The events in this tale for the most part are centered in 1985. You see at the time we were living in base housing, which in the nature of things has built in friendships. When people leave the service of their country they have to find new homes. As with all things this is not as easy as it sounds.

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-23

Chapter 23

It’s so like déjá -vu but not.

There’s this thing that just feels like nothing I’ve ever know as Shy takes my hand the same time as I reached out for her hand and there is this moment that we are so in tune with each other it takes my breath away.

It was so like I could feel her wanting the exact same thing and at the exact same time.

I touched serendipity.

"I can't believe.... that ...you ..of..."I was so mad I was stuttering.

It was a rainy day in 1982. : 8
as written by Barbara Lynn Terry

Part I - Dawn talks to her friends.

The Return of the Scott

"OUCH! SON OF A ..." I can't believe this..

I can't believe how hard this is.

Timeout 4, Reel to Real: A Whateley Academy Fan fiction, Chapter 12 part 6 of 8

Andy Warhol said,"In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." What if your 15 minutes came late in life, and fame decided to never let you go? Could you survive the circus your life would become?

I nodded, so he went on. "You ever watch reality TV, Lou?" I shrugged. "You ever seen the cake shows?"

"Cake shows?" I repeated, puzzled.

X-Why-Me…Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Oh she really knew she shouldn’t be laughing. If she was smart she’d just leave Kira to twist in the wind.

But she just couldn’t do that. She wasn’t like that and not only wouldn’t do that she really never’d do that to Kira.

She ate the sushi.

And she was thinking more and more that she might like Sushi too.

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-22

Chapter 22

It’s something despite the breasts I’m growing or the way that I look that’s very soothing about gloving up. Wrapping my hands with the tape and getting ready that I don’t know is really so much more of a guy thing despite there being girl boxers out there.

I get them on and Jax is putting the pads on and I step up and we start warming me up and I’m hitting the pads going more for the strikes that hitting with force and power as he calls out the change ups and feet switches and stuff.

I have to make a few adjustments to the way that I do all of it now. My breasts are getting in the way sort of. It’s more that I’ve never done this since all of this has started happening so I’m really not used to trying to throw punches with c-cup boobs.

“So….”

“Yeah…I need to talk.”