Breathing was becoming tougher, too. As the leaves turned, the air grew sharper, and I was beginning to notice even more pollution in the skies. The a...ir, my lungs, were stinging like they were filled with acid. The air drier than bone, too. The air sour, like spoiled milk, and I’d have regular nosebleeds, cough up chunks of black, gobs of blood...The rooms around the school, including classrooms were unexplainably hot or cold, even those with thermostats...Although the campus was newly built, I. Flo's parents, who were important people in business and politics, wereentertaining counterparts of theirs from the EastBlock. Their son,Sergei, had morfed a few months before, and this was his first trip awayfrom home since then. In addition to his new hybrid form, and thephysical attributes that came with it, he had become a combinationelemental - cold and air. Despite the language and speech problems, Flo and Sergei hit it offimmediately. They talked their parents into a Sunday afternoon. " "Honey, since you won't, I will," Mike smiled at her. Since he met her at age thirteen he never looked at another woman like he did her. Yes, he stared at attractive ladies in the past especially when he was in Hollywood to consult on a cheap 'B' grade movie of his heroism; he stared at Elizabeth Taylor. She even smiled at him a few times with the knowledge he was a war hero. His thoughts were only of the luscious little blonde waiting at home for him. "It's getting to the point I'm going to. .. Jason and I grew up together. We were like brothers, totally inseparable. His mum, Claire, had been single for about 10 years after her husband left for his young secretary. Jason and I had started to work out at the gym and our bodies were starting to muscle up with awesome six-packs. Claire was very attractive for 43. In-fact, I quite often fantasised about having sex with her. One night we were all talking about life and partners when the discussion turned to sex. I was shy as I was.