. lusting after the redhead ... Megan!! She was probably, what? Sixteen? Remember the time you responded '1946' when someone ... who was it? ... asked...his birthdate.' Bill scratched his head just above his right ear. 'Fuck! I don't remember!'Bill was in a panic. Inside his mind, he was born in 1946. The second child of a dad who still suffered from the memories of the Second World War.Those weeks in the pine forests of Western Michigan, "Camping" Dad called it. Long walks along the Lake. The sea rolled heavily, and the wind at intervals rose almost to a storm, but happily blew from the south-west, and thus aided the steamer's progress. The captain as often as possible put up his sails, and under the double action of steam and sail the vessel made rapid progress along the coasts of Anam and Cochin China. Owing to the defective construction of the Rangoon, however, unusual precautions became necessary in unfavourable weather; but the loss of time which resulted from this cause,. It wasn’t even a joke, was it? Did Elise not get it? Was she not smart enough to understand why everyone was laughing?Were they laughing at her? Hot blood rushed into her face.Suddenly, with vivid detail, Elise imagined herself as a fly. Well, as a tiny, dark woman with fly eyes and fly wings and a human figure that would put a barbie doll to shame. She was surrounded by clear glass with a blinding light above her.But she wasn’t alone. There was a fly-man as well, just as over-built as she was,. ’ Therese looked at her mate and found the will to smile. She could feel in her heart that his letters would be heard and they would be given a clear path to be together, without persecution or impediment. She held her hands to him and Garreth took them in his, then smiled, seeing a sparkle of happiness in her eyes as she rose. She let the love in her heart come out in her newly learned words. ‘Adhraim thu. Graim thu, gra mo chroi. Tugaim mo chroi duit go deo, mo chroi iomlan. Mo gealltanas.