I could not believe that Dawn would consider going back to those worthless guys. Startled, I felt a gentle puff of air by my ear, and then heard these...whispered words, "I'll be waiting for you in your canoe". All at once, everything was right again in the world. I told the fellow that I wanted him to collect Dawn's gear and her tent. I told him that the sooner I had it in my possession, the sooner he would have his canoe back.He looked at Dawn, then back to me. Our eyes locked and I knew that. He really gives himself away in this one, his thoughts...everything. I don't know, it was so weird playing you, hearing all of it, then I understood, you will too once you see it."Ket was still too stunned to speak, she glanced down at the disc again, same blood red letters bearing the title Ketsana Comes Home. The picture was of course of Dara, but she'd been made to look like Ket, her hair dyed light brown with blond streaks, fake nails colored dark red, and her makeup made her a near perfect. Rather I am feeling the way your breath is like little fingers against my skin. Grazing across, it makes me wish for more. I shouldn't be so needy; I know you are tired, exhausted really. Your work has left you drained. I trail my fingers across your skin, drawing them slowly, wishing that you would wake up, and knowing you should not. My fingers run along the arm draped across me, up to your shoulder, then down along the muscles that are now loose and relaxed in your sleep. A small sigh. She turned and smiled at me, and I caught the sun reflecting off of a nose stud. I love those things...she must not have had it in before. The wind blew her dark hair into her face, and as I was admiring her brush it away, I realized to my surprise that though we would be spending much of our time in an air-conditioned theatre, she was wearing even less than she had at the zoo. Instead of a t-shirt and jeans, she was wearing a short skirt and a sleeveless top that held on tightly to her curves,.