Dani was quite a looker; she was a twenty-year-old college coed with a gorgeous fair complexion, long, flowing blonde hair and expressive blue eyes. F...ve-foot- six with a figure to die for, she had on a pink top and low-riding, hip- hugging white pants, which left a substantial swath of midriff exposed.Brent was twelve years her senior, and already quite successful in the business world. Her mind wandered as she approached the door leading to the lobby, and she nearly collided with a stout. And we were still learning the hard way that everyone deserved to be ‘free’… no matter what their race… and free to express themselves… no matter what their OPINION… Nuri was forced a few times when confronted with someone who was succumbing irrationally to fear to use his ‘gift.’ He stared deeply into their eyes and watched as they calmed down… This is just your fear talking… you have nothing to fear from him… He is not a threat to you or anyone else… He does not know you but he knows there is. He was introduced to them all. The headmaster’s wife, a very quiet unassuming yet somewhat pretty looking woman sat back away from them all and listened as the interview went on. She took notes. That was her job. To take notes of the interview and to make note of the guy’s mannerisms and other stuff. As he interviewed, Jonathan eyed her, often. She noticed it too. No one else had. The quiet and skinny woman had begun eying him here and there too. Once in a while their eyes met. She’d smile at. ’ They do go round and round and round. It’s been a long day. The heat is making me sleepy and the sound of the fan doesn’t help. ‘You must so tired to read my essay after very long day.’ I begin to yawn. ‘Excuse me.,’ I say. ‘I’m tired after such a long day.’ ‘Yes, reading the essay make you tired, maybe even sleepy, but you know my idea there and you can finding it.’ ‘But, Cayla, where…’, I begin. ‘It there teacher. Thank you for your patient. I know you very tired, very sleepy and still you.