" I see..." Mr. Reiser cleared his throat. "So you think I can just change my mind too then." Can't you?" I asked, even gasped a little maybe, because...it sounded an awful lot like he wasn't going to."A man says he's going to do something, generally he's got to do it," my Master said, and then he did look at me. "Don't you think?" Yes sir," I said softly. "Unless he knows it's wrong." Hmph." Mr. Reiser smiled at that, staring at the road ahead. I couldn't do anything else but wait and see what. Vicky glanced at Staz who discreetly raised an eyebrow and nodded his consent. Jane watched the strange interplay with fascination then frowned as Vicky answered. "Would you like Staz to explain?" "What d'you mean," Jane replied as puzzlement creased her brow further and the other girls stared bewildered. For although the rest of the girls were aware of Staz's brain transplant, only Sally knew the whole truth. Vicky glanced again at Staz and he sat back in his chair as he prepared. There is no originality, no spontaneous or creative thinking. It is really a bunch of very dull people talking about very dry issues; both of which tend to be so far divorced from reality that the system itself tends to be only a justified means of keeping-others-from-getting-what-you-have gotten-from-others.But, it paid the bills?or at least, gave me the opportunity to have my own money in my marriage. It provided me what granted the morsel of freedom that I used to maintain individual. Jason saw her and said, "Hi, I see you met my wife." You two have already met?" asked Jennifer. Michelle told her they had been talking earlier in the evening."Jason why don't you two come up stairs and dance with me and Michelle?" Sure we were just about to come and see what was taking you so long anyway."The four of them went back up stairs to where the d-jay was playing some dance mix. All of them headed straight out to the floor and started dancing. Michelle was still a bit off balance from.