"Where do you want it, Stephanie?" asked Mary returning with the cups oftea.It had been so much simpler to continue to sustain the image of being awom...n, while living in Manchester with Mary's parents that I had evengot used to being called 'Stephanie' all the time. Even Mary hadswitched to calling me that since she felt that to constantly to changefrom a male to a female name would be confusing and could lead toembarrassing slip ups."Oh I was lost in thought, you were quick, I didn't see you. The lift lurched to a stop, brought her back to her senses. Dropping her hands to her sides, she looked at Kane, he had his arms folded across his chest, his pants bulging as he watched her.Taking hold of her wet sticky hand, he led her to the front door. She noticed this was the only door on this floor. ‘Thank goodness we didn’t bump into anyone,’ she said very quietly, more to herself, than for Kane to hear, but hear he did. Yet he waited.‘When we enter, I want you to remove your shoes, and. I notice my butterfly girl is also quite happily playing with some children, I wonder if a discrete meeting may occur. She continues to be aloof though, happy to raise a cheeky eye brow but not giving me much indication. I round the corner of the maze in hot pursuit of a young boy who has taken a liking to me and enjoys being thrown in the air. There standing illuminated in a ray of sunshine is my butterfly. She is standing hand on hip, her eye brow cocked! My thoughts of tickling my young. We followed Washington Road south under I-20 and into Augusta. At the interstate were the typical motels and restaurants which all looked to have been deserted for a long time. We continued south and saw the signs for the golf course to our right.We saw no one as we entered the downtown area of Augusta. We went over to the river thinking that, if anyone were in the city, they would be close to the water. We still saw no sign of recent activity. We came to the south end of town and I-520 and.