Usually that’s when all the swear words get taken out.”That caused us to laugh. By now I was getting excited.“Thank you Mr. Goldfarb. I think we...need to think about this,” my dad said, “although by the look on my son’s face, he’s already composing his Oscar acceptance speech. How can we get in touch?”Goldfarb handed him a card, then took it back and wrote on the back.“That’s my home and cell numbers. Please think about it, and let me know either way.”“Thank you Mr. Goldfarb...”“Please,. She remembered that he had thoughtfully warmed his hands (he'd seen that on TV) and how gently he had stroked her.The days rolled past, the family holidays came and went. Both, for their first time, looked forward to returning home. They had someone they would rather be with than their families, though the beaches and castles and ice-creams were fun.Back home the doctor's examinations had moved on through the summer. Mark's hands stroked her neck, her legs, and were even allowed to progress up. Principal Weiss grew up in an all-black neighborhood, went to an all-black university in the Caribbean on a sports scholarship, and had little contact with whites. It wasn’t out of some form of hatred, just geographic inconvenience. An injury kept her from making the Olympics. Her entire life was spent to achieve that goal. Singular focus dominated everything within the woman’s world.She didn’t even plan this, focusing entirely on trying to get this school out of the gutter. Like Nik and. Ihre vollkommen durchnässte Kleidung hatte sie ausgezogen und über einen Felsen gelegt. Kein Mensch würde bei diesem Wetter hier vorbeikommen, doch die Angst blieb für Sarah ein ständiger Begleiter. Die Höhle war in all dieser wolkenbruchartigen Nässe ein trockener Ort. Sie glaubte fast, die sommerliche Wärme aus dem Inneren der Grotte zu spüren. Immer wieder blickte sie über ihre Schulter in das Innere. Ein Blitz zuckte auf, und für den Bruchteil einer Sekunde, glaubte sie, ein Augenpaar.