" She pulled back on the yoke and we soared skyward, pressed back in our seats. Who needs amusement parks when you can fly in a high performance jet. ...ind you, I think my stomach got left behind on the runway. The figures on the digital display were spinning so only the highest ones could be followed at all.Suddenly, we're almost at altitude and Jen's moving again; reduce throttle, level out ... my stomach catches up and keeps going for the stratosphere. I swallow hard.Jen's busy, but soon. It wasn't worth the risk. She turned her car around and skirting around the city of Wodonga, drove into the twin city of Albury and parked the Ford at the railway station in the long term parking area.She collected a trolley and took her bags to the ticket office. The XPT train to Sydney left at 3:05pm and there was a double sleeper compartment available. Michele paid for both of the berths in the double sleeper so that she had the compartment to herself. She took a change of clothes out of one. The last night we were there was the best. The bride to be and I shared a room as did the other six of our party, pairing off with two in each room. We all took in a couple of shows, drinks,and a good meal then walked to the hotel saying our good night's before going to our rooms. My friend, Amy, the bride to be showered, separately, then set on the balcony with a glass of wine and talked about the events of the past three days. We laughed, cried, and talked about what our furture held for us.. They want somebody just like them, but in perfection.’ I would nod, silently. They put more make-up on, changed the light angle a little and there was the happy ending they longed for. They told me I didn’t know where my place was. I always knew how to handle my body. As soon as I entered the set I knew how to drape myself, what face to put on and I wouldn’t even forget the smile they had tailor made in store for me. Still, they asked me why I was always so ‘in-between’, distant even – and I.