One look through the binoculars showed that the gunners were human. Now, why in the hell were they shooting at us and, for that matter, why were they ...using antiaircraft weapons?“Okay, Lucia, I have them pinpointed, so let’s get out of here before they get lucky.” I had her fly west for about five miles and drop to 500 feet in altitude. “I am going back by myself to see what prompted those shots at us. Please wait for me here. I shouldn’t be long.”I stepped over the side of the flier and dropped. I haven’t changed events enough, so everything there should come true.”I hand the newspapers to Carol, telling her, “In the February 19th paper look up the Daytona 500. According to what I wrote in January, Darrell Waltrip gambles on his last tank of gas lasting 53 laps to win the race. Dahlia, look in the February 16th paper. Look up the Nascar twin 125 qualifiers. Ken Schrader and Terry Labonte are the two winners.”The girls look up the races then look at the list. Dahlia stammers, “I don’t. Her left hand moved up to tease my nipple as her right hand dove under the waistband of my jeans. I gasped as Wishes fingers stroked through my slit before one of them plunged into my wet pussy.“Yessss!” I hissed softly as her thumb grazed my clit. I stood leaning on the railing for support as Wishes loving fingers took me higher and higher. I tried to stop myself from screaming as I came and all that emerged was a squeak as I gripped the railing so hard my knuckles turned white.Wishes held me. Michelle hadn’t ever expressed any interest in a tattoo before. It was a small, colorful butterfly on a tulip. She saw me looking at it, “Do you like it?” To be honest, I did. I thought it was beautiful on her. “Yeah, I love it. What made you think of having that done?” “We were in Vegas. I wanted a souvenir and it seemed a lot nicer and longer lasting than a mug.” Then she went on, “You haven’t noticed my other souvenir yet?” “Umm, no, what?” “My ankle, notice anything?” There on her left.