"O...k... Uh, that's an awkward thought. Hmmm. Whatmovie do you want to see?" They discussed movies, times, and theaters. Lena's mother was willing to...drive them, if Angel's folks would pick them up. Angel was embarrassed torealize that Lena knew more about what was playing when than she did -and she worked for the chain. By the time they settled on a choice, her father had wandered into thekitchen and started setting the table. Her mother followed shortly. Whenshe asked about the movie, a look,. The weavers had crafted a wild vision of the African continent. White flute players danced around it. A great mass of black people defined the shape of Africa.Ellen turned to the body. She grimaced upon touching it. The flesh was still warm. The optical illusion of rippling wrinkles was no illusion. Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasp from fresh horror.She noticed a bluish light seeping from under Amos’ body. Ellen knew what had to be done. She attempted to lift one shriveled shoulder, but. “I just can’t help it. I’ve been a bit sex crazy for a long time, but I’ve never been part of anything remotely like this.”Brit responded to Lana, saying, “I doubt many girls ever have, except our friends here. Just wait until you get to the actual sex part.”I came back with, “You’re great, Lana. If I were a Victorian writer trying to describe your reactions, I could go wild with my vocabulary. I could use words rarely used now, such as... ‘disport.’ Mom taught it to me ... a couple years ago. “What’s the plan for Lieutenant Buckman?”Captain Hudson replied, “Bravo Battery, sir.”Marchlight grunted and gave a touch of a distasteful look, and said, “Well, they need you, that’s for sure. Battery B is Captain Harris’ outfit. What was your ranking at Sill?”“Top of my class, sir.” The colonel glanced over at Hudson, who shuffled through some papers in a file and just nodded.“Well, you’ll do well, then. Captain Hudson will sort you out and take you over there. Just learn your job and do it.