She touched her daughter's arm and shook her gently. "Kristi."Kristi heard her mom and stretched. Her legs pulled her comforter away from her and her ...blue pajama top peeked out, the front twisted slightly, pulling over her pert breasts. Her belly button peeked out above the waist bad of her pants and she slowly opened her eyes. "Mmm... Yeah?" she muttered, her voice thick with sleep. "What?" she asked, then closed her eyes again trying to return to her peaceful slumber."The judges baby.... He gleamed. Black paint was so glossy, it might have almost been chrome. The chrome, the exposed alloy all shone. The screen on the half-fairing had not a blemish. I stroked the silver-grey finish on the tank. I blinked and fished in my pocket for a handkerchief so I could blow my nose.I tore my attention away from my mechanical friend and turned to Lisa, who was watching with a half-smile, half frown. I spread my arms and she stepped into them. I squeezed her, and looked over her shoulder at. This one day, started out as normal, went to my last class which was gym/swim, went into locker room and changed with the guys in our trunks, Not much left to the imagination with these styles of nylon trunks, showed the low hangers easily and if you got a boner showed thru that nylon so easily. guys would line up by the pool and await for Mr. Steve to come out of his office. He usually wore either trunks or just some gym shorts and a tee, today was the trunks, I was trying to get a look at his. I was dressed as a man and was wearing my hair that way, so I wasn't worried about no trouble when I waltzed up to the bartender in a saloon and asked the reason for the name. He asked, "Where are ya from, Mister?" and I answered that I was from Central Texas.He said, "OK, now I understand. I'll bet ya ain't never seen a prairie fire, have ya?" I shook my head "no," and he said, "Well, back in the summer of '39 or '40, I fergit which, it was a damned awful dry year an' the prairie grass was.