”“I’m not worried,” Heather challenged.I shrugged and smiled as I cast in. “Big words from someone who hasn’t ever fly-fished before.”�...Well, I can always blame it on my teacher if I don’t catch anything.”I laughed, exasperated. “Heather!”“What?” she said innocently.I just shook my head and rolled my eyes at her.“Have you ever been fishing out on the sea?” she asked after a while. Neither of us were having much luck catching anything.“From a boat?”“Well yeah, unless you can walk on water!”“Pfft.. "So what do you want to do now?" he asked.My answer was short and honest. "Anything you want." Really?" he asked."Yes anything at all that you want to do with me."He looked me up and down "Take your clothes off"I undressed immediately and stood naked in front of him, a horny fifteen year old ready and willing to do anything."Turn around" he ordered gently.With my back to him he said "Look straight ahead and don't turn back towards me."I heard him shift on the settee and then his hands were on. Oh, it would have hurt like hell if she’d gotten a good connection, but it wasn’t her main target. That was his nose, which she somehow managed to kick with her other foot. Ed saw stars and went down.Barry spun as he heard something behind him, and blinked in shock as he watched the small girl kick his friend right in the face. Still, like his friends, Barry was an athlete and used to football. He knew exactly what to do and charged the girl, intent on taking her down in a tackle.It might have. It was an advice Yar had given me and had paid off handsomely, saved some of my sanity. It was an inherent property of the plume: the lab monkeys had gone apeshit with all the data they were getting.I simply had to imagine it, merely think about something solid and irrefutably real, and it would make sense and appear. I could grow limbs, swim in oceans of lava, fly like a unicorn across the rainbow. There were no bars or limits: in the realm of transluminar wave-particle inference entity.