See note at the end about the source for these beautiful pictures.I will begin with a quotation from the movie “Christmas Story” in which Ralphie ...poke of his father in this way. “My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master.” I will change that now rather famous line to the following: “Carol works in seduction the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It is her true medium, a master.” I know a strange way to start this. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to attempt the meld again since it took so much out of me, so I thought of something else to try.“Joey, let’s see if you can show Suzi how you can just think your thoughts to me without my help. I don’t feel up to trying the meld today.”“Okay, but I had an idea about that today in science. Rupples was talking about how a school of fish swim. You know, how they all like to swim as if they were all being controlled by a single mind. It looks really cool, and it made me. ''What's up?'' I asked.''Something rather last minute has come up, your father and I have been invited to Costa Rica with Aunt Anna and Uncle Robert.'' she told me.''Okay, when?'' I asked.''They want us there by Monday at the very latest, it's pretty urgent.'' Dad told me. I couldn't believe it, they were going to leave me home alone? This is amazing.''It's only for a week, I've spoken to your Uncle Robert, he's more than happy to have you stay with him.'' Mom said, and right there my soul was. I avoided looking at her lips pursed around her finger. She then reached up and did the same action with whatever she had slapped onto my lower lip. I had to close my lips around her finger, just to get her hand out of my face. She beamed.“C’mon, I’ll buy you an ice cream!” She managed to spark a big smile on my face. I autopiloted into it when she took my hand and led me a block. It was a warm feeling, comforting. I’d always found walking hand in hand to be an imposition. Soon, once I started.