Sandy said that she wished that she had the talent to play an instrument, but the only talent she seemed to have was gymnastics, and she wasn't that g...od. She could walk on her hands though. I told her that was pretty cool even though I really wasn't that impressed."Do you want to see", she asked, smiling at my compliment."Sure", I encouraged her.She walked to the corner of my room and bent over at the waist until her hands were flat on the floor. Until this point I hadn't thought of the. Ground rules.”“No blouse-unbuttoning?” I asked frivolously. I was feeling confident now. Eager. This was actually going to happen.Emily wasn’t in a joking mood. “We both want to do this, but we have to go into it with eyes open.”“Blouses, too,” I offered.“Circumspect,” she said. “If I’m going to do this, it’s going to have to be a secret. A real one. All my boarders knew about Mr. Farnsworth and me. We didn’t care, and they didn’t either. He was older than I and we were considered a good. ’ ‘How did you create William?’ I asked. ‘He didn’t get my name. You didn’t come to see me, so nobody followed you. The only way he could find out that quickly was to go through your phone records. That got him my first name. ‘I wrote some ‘news’ stories and created a program to crawl around the web and look for places to plant them that might be picked up by a web crawler that culls stories for unofficial biographies. It wasn’t hard. There are a lot of public domain algorithms and program. "Yes," she managed to whisper, thinking how different Uncle Terry's was . . . to her insistent brother . . . who had got what he wanted without caring about her at all. "It must have been a bit of a shock for you - you know, our first time together and I did that to you. I'm sorry about that," he said with complete sincerity. "I just couldn't help myself. I wanted you so much." A shy and embarrassed blush colored Elle 's young face as she considered what that meant. He had wanted her? Did he.