It was the copy editing department. His copy had been proofed and completed. He was free to now go home. He covered her eyes with his hands and nudged...her forward. Tentative faulty steps made the going slow as she moved in front of him, walking carefully over the hard sun baked earth. Every now and then she would stumble on a stray stone, or tuft of rogue weed. His hold steadied her and urged her forward. Calloused hands, rough and strong and wide gripped her by either arm. He stood close. We have as much time as we'd like with her," Julie said with a giggle she couldn't suppress.His pretty sister said as she sat down for breakfast, "Eat up, you'll need your strength for the two of us."He poured them each, a glass of milk as, they both enjoyed their time together. They cleaned up, watched some TV until it was time to leave. They walked the block to the Lloyd house, and knocked on the front door.Carrie opened it in a different bikini from before — it was red and yellow, striped. . Things felt weird for a while, weird... then really weird... and then... I could see it! No, not see it, feel it, sense it. The paper clip wasn't just simple metal. It was made of a very rigid frame holding a light but very stiff fluid. I suddenly realized that that stiff fluid-like substance must be the free electron population in the metal. I couldn't focus on individual electrons, not even close, probably by twenty orders of magnitude, but I could feel the population. My sense for detail. “Your dad just left for a weekend fishing trip and won’t be back until Monday evening.”She didn’t react to the news and just sat there numb, lost in some dark corner of her mind.“Since we’re going to be alone this weekend, I thought maybe you and I could clean up the back yard. On Monday, the city will be picking up junk and other recyclable items in the neighborhood. Summer is coming soon and it would be nice if we could use the back yard to grill hotdogs and hamburgers, sleep under the night.