.." 'That's what's already happened!'"None of that's happened, yet!" she raised her voice to match his.'"Yet"!'"That didn't come out right!" she tried...to assure him. "Look! I think I can understand. I am an empath, after all. If this was all reversed, and I had to be you..."'It's different with a girl! Girls are allowed to feel butch!'"I refuse to feel 'butch' again."'And I refuse to feel fey!!'"Girls do not feel fey!"'If they don't feel like guys, they feel fey!'"What does that mean!? Anything. His fingers covered far more of her hand than was necessary for the transaction, and she stepped back in confusion. Did he know? She watched his hands as he cupped his cigarette and quickly lit it. She swallowed hard again. Such nice, strong hands. And now, after all these nights of waiting and watching, his hands were close enough to touch her. She heard the rain start before she felt it. Large drops falling quickly, and then his hand pressed her back, urging her under the building's awning. They were sent to another office to draw uniforms, equipment, books and get a dormitory assignment. Whey they asked to room together, no one seemed to think that was odd.The academy would make a story in itself, but that’s for another time, except for a couple of things. Neither the physical demands, nor the academic work caused either of them to sweat. They studied together, quizzed each other, and worked hard. It was six weeks long and it was tough in the sense that they had no time for. Both sleds have the locations of the traps programmed. All we had to do was punch in the trap numbers and the order we wanted to visit them.Joe’s task was to use the winch on the back of my old sled to raise the traps. Then he’d hook each trap to one of the hooks hanging beneath the sled. Today the traps are in the Delta locations, so we’ll empty them and reset them in the Epsilon locations to ensure that we don’t over trap any one area. We cycle through twenty different sets of locations.