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"Didn't I just see you the other day?" President Reagan asked as Brian and I entered the suite he occupied at the downtown Brussels hotel. He didn't shake our hands, instead wrapping us in one of his bear hugs. "I'm so glad to see you both are unharmed." "Thank you, sir." I said softly. The room was empty except for us. Nancy was not on this emergency trip and he'd kicked everyone else out, even the Secret Service. "I've been told you both handled yourselves very well in Germany." Reagan said
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"General, about Brian…" I said twelve hours after the second Berlin Blockade had begun. O'Keefe looked at me with tired eyes as my voice drifted off. I was as exhausted as he was, but I refused to go to sleep just as he did. So far, he hadn't made it an order for me, but that would happen soon. I swallowed and continued. "Do you think he might be safer with the civilians instead of here?" "Already thought of that, son." O'Keefe's voice was tired but he did smile slightly. "I think he'll be bett
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"It's a disgrace to this country when we have homosexual children prancing around the Republican Convention being embraced by our President." The Reverend Jerry Falwell was fuming on the hotel room's television while Brian and I went about our packing. There was a car waiting for us downstairs and time was in short supply, but I stopped at that and stared at the television. "When did I prance?" I asked rhetorically and Brian started laughing. He looked back at the television and smiled, going o
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"So, you miss school for a week and expect me to accept this for an excuse?" Mr. Borsch demanded on Monday morning. He was holding a hand-written note from Ronald Reagan, on White House stationary. "Um, you could call him and verify it if you think we forged it?" Brian half-asked, half-offered and Mr. Borsch broke out laughing. "That's a good one." Mr. Borsch said as he laughed. "My god, could you imagine some kid trying to forge a note from the President to get out of school?" "Well, it woul
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"So, then Davey reached up, trying to catch the ball and he actually managed to do it!" Brian was saying with great gusto, acting it out in his seat. "The only problem was, when he landed, he had forgotten which base the runner had been on, and threw it to first instead of second or third!" "Oh my!" Mrs. Reagan exclaimed with gentle humor as I blushed. That had been the first year that I played baseball, and I'd been essentially brand new to the sport. "Brandon was on first base and still mana
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Nearly four hours of sleep helped me tremendously, almost as much as waking next to Brian one more time. Of all the things I was facing, that was my biggest worry now; that Brian would be taken away from me. I loved him so much, and facing life without him in it was not something I was even able to imagine without feeling totally lost. A nameless Secret Service agent woke us a little after eight in the morning, and we decided to shower together, taking the time to touch each other, gently reass
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We’d arrived at Travis Air Force Base very quickly thanks to the fast driving of the first agent, who’d finally introduced himself as we neared the base’s main gate. His name was Henry Watson and his partner was Bob Holliday. The two had shown their identifications to the gate guard, we’d been waved inside and now we were sitting in a small room just off of the tarmac with four men staring at us occasionally as they talked with the two FBI agents. “Hi, my name is Walter Meadows.” One of them sa
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"God dammit David Ray Jones, when do you get those fucking things off?" Brian asked as I pulled away from another failed attempt to take him into my mouth. "Two more weeks for the retainer." I mumbled in irritation. I was fifteen, dammit, and braces weren't supposed to be in my future. Considering the state of my teeth at thirty-six though, it was probably for the best. Still, it made taking Brian into my mouth all but impossible. "Well lean back and we'll do this the old-fashioned way." He sa
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"This emergency meeting of the Modesto City School's Governing Board is hereby called to order." Dr. Richard Sears, a thin, older man with silver hair said in an officious tone, gaveling the board three times. Around him at the horseshoe shaped table sat three more men and three women. A side table held the Principals of the four high schools in the district and there was an open table in the front. The visitor's gallery at the front end of the room was full of people, with as many standing alon
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I lay in that bare room of the Barringer house, staring at the picture of Brian and I together, smiling happily and thought about how much it sucked being legally a kid. Dealing with these types of issues as an adult would be so much easier, had been so much easier, than doing it as a teenager with little control over my own life. Even with that, I knew I was very, very lucky. I had Brian, his family, my other friends and their largely supportive parents. I had Mary Lou, and Judge Thompson both
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Tuesday morning, as Trevor and I finished chores and walked back into the house, I was surprised to see Mary Lou sitting at the kitchen table talking to Tyatya and Dyadya. Both of them were frowning at what she was saying and they went silent as Trevor and I entered. It was Tyatya that broke the silence. [Why do you not tell us about your trouble at school?] She demanded in Russian, waving the spatula she was using to fry eggs at me. Luckily, no hot grease went my way. [I not remember.] I answ
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The next morning, the bowl of strawberries and chocolate had been turned over, untouched except for that one time, the bottle of wine, untouched except for those half-glasses earlier had been knocked over and its contents stained the wrestling mat. Our singlets lay on the grass where we'd thrown them sometime during the night, and we lay curled around each other, waking with the dawn and a warm fuzzy glow that I could never really remember having experienced before. "My dick hurts." Brian said
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[Good Morning.] Tyatya said the next morning as I entered the kitchen where she was making breakfast. She spoke in Russian, and so quickly that I had a little trouble keeping up with her. [Tomorrow you will get up with Trevor for morning chores, but today we let you sleep in. Do you like fried ham?] [Thank you.] I responded, and then had to ask her what the last word was before I understood she'd meant fried ham. [Please, ham is good.] [Did you finish your homework last night?] She continued t
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Despite the fact that practice on Thursday had been relatively light, the gray t-shirt I wore under my shoulder pads was soaked with sweat as dad drove us home. The entire trip was made in total silence, and I could tell he was extremely angry. At least he was trying to control the anger instead of lashing out at me. By the time we pulled into the apartment complex the cab of the truck was filled with the smell of my sweat, and I noticed that I was still sweating, but for a very different reason
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Tuesday morning I managed to get to school a full thirty minutes early. Mom had griped I was taking the early bus to get around the grounding, but I showed her the bus schedule and I either could get to school early, or twenty minutes late. She threatened to call the bus center to make sure I wasn't lying to her and I'd just shrugged. There was another way to get to the school by bus but it would take me there an hour early, or forty minutes late instead. Thank god for crappy city bus systems.
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After our bout of laugher, we sat down with Sean and talked to him until the bell ending lunch rang. He told us that he was pretty sure he was gay, and about his parents finding out he was gay and the 'prayer' sessions he'd been put through for the past week. We didn't even have to ask before he promised that he wouldn't tell anyone our secrets that we had shared with him, and we left the gym in a group. Brian and I had drama next, but Brandon had a class with Sean, so they walked together to th
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"I can't believe we start high school in three months" Brandon said from where he sat across the hotel room that our parents had rented for the night. Trevor was in the other room, with his date from graduation night, and I lay on one of the two beds in our room, leaning against Brian's bare chest. We were both wearing sweat pants, but no shirts while Brandon was still wearing his t-shirt and sweat pants. All three of us were sipping from glasses containing jack and coke. Yes, we were drinking
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I hate hospital waiting rooms. I hated them for a variety of reasons, not just the current reason why I was sitting in there, with Brian on my left, his dad on the other side of him, and Reggie on my right. Brian had his arm around me and that helped, but it was my memories that made me hate the room. The first time I was fourteen, Jenny had gotten really sick with the flu. Mom had given her aspirin and my sister had developed Reye's Syndrome, nearly dying from those two little tablets mom thou
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"Wake up, stud." I whispered into Brian's ear after shutting the door behind me, and I could see him smile as he woke up. "You're here." He said brightly and I couldn't help but return his smile. He lifted his head up to give me a kiss on the cheek and I let out a small sigh. "What time is it?" "A little after four." I said softly and his eyebrows furrowed. "I still feel drunk." He said with a frown. "It's probably because you still are." I told him without frowning. He was doing enough of t
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It's funny how imperfect our memories of childhood can be. For instance, I had totally forgotten dad's decision to start selling Amway products just before Christmas break. The first time around, his decision had meant a Christmas where the only gifts came from relatives, and half of them got returned for the cash so we could have food to eat the next month. It was a good thing I knew how to force myself to vomit, and I hid the can of tomato sauce under the bathroom counter after using it to ma
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1981 was not a year for high school students to be openly gay, much less junior high school students. Whether Brian was gay or not, I had no idea. I knew I was, both from my original life and this, my second childhood. Girls were fine, and I knew plenty of them besides Jeanette and Ronna, but none of them got my blood boiling the way one look at Brian could. As Christmas time neared, I wondered where exactly my new life was heading. Between that last Saturday of October and Christmas, my frien
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"No, absolutely not!" Mom's voice was edgy, and full of fear. On the dining room table, between her and dad was the permission form for me to play football. Coach Campbell had given it to me after P.E. this afternoon. I couldn't even work out with the team until it was signed, but he'd had me run a few laps and do a few dozen push-ups while he worked with the team. He'd seemed pleased I'd been able to do it, although the last dozen push-ups had left my arms feeling like jelly, and the running ha
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Right now, eighty-nine miles away, the first AIDS patients are out there, infecting dozens of others before they die. In the White House sits a man who will be diagnosed with Alzheimer's in a little over a decade. In a few years, he will likely begin to suffer the very first stages of that disease, and a few jokes will be made about a President who forgets things from time to time. In a few years, over two hundred marines will die in their Beirut barracks. Cuban-armed guerrillas will invade t
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Never, ever, ever trust a mad scientist. Anyone who has read science fiction stories or watched a few episodes of Outer Limits or Twilight Zone knows not to trust mad scientists doing illegal research. I'd done all those things, and knew from the outset that I should have just walked away. There were ten thousand reasons why I didn't though. Yes, ten thousand dollars. When you're middle-aged, jobless, broke, with no living relatives to fall back on, ten thousand dollars is a lot of money and
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One mad scientist. Ten thousand dollars. And a trip twenty years into the past. Middle-aged, broke, and desperate, Davey Jones agrees to a shady “observation” experiment—only to wake up in his twelve-year-old body in 1981. But this isn’t a quick peek at the past. He can touch, talk… and change things. With the chance to save his sister, protect his family, and fix a lifetime of regrets, Davey dives in—only to realize that even the smallest choice can rewrite everything. Sometimes, the hardest part of a second chance is surviving it.
