Her emotional ups and downs, coupled with the difficulties in living with bi-polar syndrome would work against us.Regina was closest to my age, and th... neediest. I hoped she would cope and come to love me again, but it worried me.Benjamin was going to love me no matter what. I just knew it, as would Jim and Millie. They wouldn't turn away from me. What made us the way we were was too strong.As I worked it all over in my hurting head, I was doing my best to wash my face and brush my teeth. It. Sheopened that door and revealed some coats hanging on a rod. She pressed abutton inside the closet, and the floor slid away into the darkness. Inthe gap where the floor had been was a spiral staircase. She descended.Pausing halfway down, the demon, or the teacher, reached up and causedthe floor to return to its original place. It was thick and heavilyinsulated.At the bottom of the stairs, all was darkness. With a snap of itsfingers, the demon activated the lighting system.The floor was covered. “Welcome home, babe.”She was as beautiful as ever. More beautiful, in fact, because ... well ... she simply WAS more beautiful. Factually. Empirically. At twenty-three, Dawn was at an apex where youth met maturity, with the glowing, perfect skin of a teenager stretched over the fully-developed curves of an adult. Her body was toned perfection, not an ounce of excess fat without appearing to be too skinny. Taut musculature in her arms, abs, and legs were as ideal as any full-time model who had. Soon our shirts were off and again I could not help but notice the bronzed black upper torsos of my friends. Someone found mud and we were soon smearing this on our bodies to cool down. They teased me and said that now with the black mud I looked like an African boy. My reply was that I did not have their strong build. The mud soon dried and we decided to jump in the pool in the river to wash off the mud, swim and literally just chill in the midday sun. Thembu was the first to remove his.