She grabbed the top of the stocking and began rolling it down her leg. She grabbed one of the café chairs from our kitchen bar by the door and proppe... up her heel. Her eyes searched for mine as she rolled the stocking over her knee, then leaned into the chair drawing her body close to her foot resting on the chair rung. I caught her eye, but glanced back and forth between her eyes and the actions of her hands. Ever so slowly she pulled the stocking over her heel and then over her toes and threw. "Tori almost choked on her drink as she tried not to laugh. She'd never heard him sing before and to do it here seemed weirdly appropriate. "Umm… ok." I don't really fit into that school. I don't sing or dance, and the closest I've ever been to acting is faking football plays at my old school back in Texas. I'm just a normal guy who is way out of his depth being with someone out of his league and surrounded by some of the most talented peo-ple in the country. But I've been thinking about us for. That she felt the same way had turned both of our lives upside down, but in a good way, at least as far as we were concerned. I’m sure that our parents would have disagreed with that sentiment if they ever found out exactly what we were doing with each other. It came to me then, almost with some surprise, at just how much introspection I had been doing lately. I imagine that having practiced Martial Arts for so many years, and having heard the various Eastern philosophies so often, that it. His fingers went back to the beginning of his old journal and he started slowly tracing the symbols again before he said, "The path of the gods begins in Sacsayhuaman." Cody looked up and said, "It's not talking about the gods of the Inca. There's a different inflection, as if there are other gods, or higher gods." He looked back down and shook his head frowning. "Some of these look familiar," he muttered."Your amulet didn't have an Incan symbol," Shawn pointed out.Cody looked up, wide eyed,.