I will dance tonight, the daughter of a rich man, I am full of beauty, confidence and grace. I weave through the crowd, step lightly through a space b...tween two drummers and feel many eyes turn upon me when I go as near to the fire as my skin can tolerate. The hot licking flames threaten to consume my flesh and yet I cannot stop this trembling from deep within. I turn to face the drums. The harmony of their beat seeps into the very core of my being, enticing my body to move, every sense. She’s never met real Australians.”“Well, I dunno who’s realer ‘n us. You know Jacky ain’t here.”“Yes. Mum told me he has a job.”“Workin’ fer a garridge in Toowoomba. Fixin’ up trucks. You still with the Lab?”“Yes. But they’re moving me from Brisbane to Canberra.”“That far?”“About twice as far as Brisbane.”“Mmm.” Meena looked at Laura. “You studyin’ bugs, too?”“No. Stories.”“Amos got lotsa stories. You listen to him.” Meena nodded and went back to the aunties – the mature women of the band.I. When she stood up, he put out a hand, to hold her leg and keep her in place. “Go put on a short skirt, and a blouse, and those high heeled sandals I like,” he ordered, then let her escape.Wendy was stupefied as she moved away from Richard and down the hallway to their bedroom. He had never treated her like this before, like nothing but a sex toy. He was a loving and caring husband and would probably become a wonderful father. They had talked about having children, and she had wondered if that. I watched her dark shape move in the bed, heard her breathing and moans, not seeming to be satisfied with her movements. Clare finally gave up and rolled over to rest. I watched for a few moments, letting her drift to the point near sleep. I finally slipped through the mirror in the form of a man. My Stream form can only be described as a reflective being, no features. But now I took the form of a dark haired man. Tall, 6’1 to be exact, dark brown eyes, dark curly hair, and a strong jaw. This.