As I explained all of this, I was aware that I was talkingas Dan rather than as Stacy, and as I finished, I wondered if thatwould draw her ire.But she...simply asked what I thought, now."I haven't felt anyone's desire, directly," I said. I shuddered alittle as I felt Stacy's nature come forward. "But I remember thingsthat have happened in the past, and especially when my teachers look atme with such hunger. It frightens me."I had not actually thought about that before. But Stacy's emotionalmemory. Not only that but she was a nomad runaway. She was never in one area for too long, and underground homes were hard to travel to and fro. They would have found her in a month. Dante scratched at the bare skin that peeked beneath her skin tight camisole and stepped into the kitchen. It was half the size of her tiny bedroom and cluttered from the small old style shelves to the bloodwood counter-tops. She honestly hated deep shades of red because staring at the color for too long made her eyes. He was moving faster on strong young limbs than he had ever seen anyone run. The young man took his eyes off the target briefly, noting the presence of the mail carrier. The runner had quickly calculating that the mail carrier was too far away to be of any use in rescuing the terrified child. The young runner would not arrive in time. Simple high school physics, years of judging distance during deer season and a keen sense of vehicle speed—after years of judging the right moment to pull his. Im flattered that I have that effect on your husband. Dont ask him to put it away. Were all adults here, arent we? Andrew handed out beers and we all sat around starting to chat when the phone rang again. Andrew went inside to answer it and came back grinning. That was Ken on the phone. He says that Sarah tells him that we are having a nude pool party. He wanted to know why they had not been invited. Theyll be here in a few minutes. Sarah and Ken arrived, carrying a couple of bottles of wine..