I looked out the windows before nodding and looking at the male, "all the sleeping floors are above?"He nodded, "three levels with four large suites o... each floor. There is a smaller common room with a porch on each level."I looked around, "freshers?"He gestured to a door beside the trunk, "one here and one on each level above with a separate bathing room. Water is brought up from our well and filtered and the waste is sent down to an underground chamber where it is heated and turned to ash."I. Mijn kousen liet ze aan, hoewel ze haar handen er langs af liet glijden. Eerst over de bovenkant, maar steeds meer naar de binnenkant, tot de plek waar het elkaar bijna raakte. Mijn allerintiemste plekje lag voor haar open. Ik voelde me naakt en kwetsbaar, maar tevens een gevoel van vertrouwen doorstroomde me...zij mocht me zo zien...zij alleen. Zij zou er niet over opscheppen, niet eens over praten, me geen pijn doen, alleen maar van me genieten. En mij laten genietenEven trok ze haar handen. Sure, I can do whatever I want, and who's going to stop me? I'm the only god in this universe. But the consequences, oh my Me, the consequences.My godliness emerged at the onset of puberty. I suppose that a young tantrum throwing child god wouldn't be a good idea. The universe must have some sense then, but there again it let me be god. So maybe it's not that smart after all.My first, well miracle I suppose you'd call it, took place just after an end of term maths test. I had answered that the. That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated by the behavio(u)r of the authoritative British. [That "(u)" is for you, Mr. Simmonds!]My dad's a patriot, I guess, but he's friendly to everyone. Rachel's part Japanese. There are aboriginal.