They strolled through the village, meeting and introducing themselves to athletes from all over the world. Lots of them knew who Sophia and Warren wer..., which was neat.They ran into Jennie Sellers and Denis Poulin, the Canadian pairs skaters."Hi guys!" Sophia greeted them. "Nervous?" Oh, yeah," Jennie told them. "We skate tomorrow, you bet we're nervous." Are you guys going to skip the Opening Ceremonies?" Warren asked them."Nah," Denis told them. "We thought about it, our coach said we should,. We agreed we’d make up for it on Saturday.The night with Tommy was pleasant enough, but nothingreally to write home – or you – about. We had dinnerat an Italian place near the University, then went tosee Star Wars which was still completely sold out. I’dnever seen it before, even on TV, and while it waspretty good it seemed kind of childish to be the all-time biggest movie ever. The wookie was pretty cool,though. Afterwards, back at Tommy’s house, the sex was. He is becoming. Fuck, that time was good.We travelled the world and we were beautiful.We ate. We drank. We experienced. We filled ourselves with anything and everything we could find. It was all new. Experimenting and exploring. Our senses, insatiable. Attentions so pure. Sometimes we floated on top of them and sometimes they pulled us under as we immersed ourselves in another person or indulgence. Sometimes they were fleeting, our interest only needing a taste. Always, they were real. Bodies. It was all me.If we were attacked by pirates, I was going to hand the bow to the best archer in the crew and try to cover him with my shield while he did what he could. If we got boarded, I would play “Widemouth Guard” and wade in. Still, I was better when we reached Long Cut than I was when we left Michaelsport. Not good, but better. And I still had about half of my arrows.Captain Ralf and I talked a few times. Bright Star was what Earth would call a ‘coaster’. It went from port to port.