"The old ebony woman laughed, and responded, "Every temple woman has sat at my feet and heard that analogy. We embrace the examples that come from nat...re. Earth Mother talks to her people through our surroundings each day." The blind woman spun around with her arms out and with fine control she stopped facing me once again. "It does not matter if you are the White Wizard, Moon Mother's child, The Wolf, or Prized Bull, your people look to you to exercise your gifts. The community will live their. Timur's smile larger as he stated, "da leader it may take longer than usual, I have never failed yet. Now that I have its operating frequency it should really be no problem."The leader looked at the small man as he went back to his small but powerful computer. Shaking his head he still couldn't see how the man did all he did with a laptop. This was truly going to be a mission that made them indispensable. Another smile lit up his face as he could see they were going to be pushed to their limit.. I’m not a pauper and I’d appreciate it.’ ‘Sure, Tim. Thank you.’ The man had his pride and Philip admired that. ‘Tough day?’ ‘Yeah, a bit. Kinda hard to focus on work after the night I had but let’s wait until we’re seated to talk about it.’ They waited for a table, their reservation having been mishandled, and at the bar Philip ordered a Makers Mark while Tim got a beer. By silent agreement they kept their conversation light. Ten minutes later, at the table, Tim discovered that there were no. Without thinking, Mark let out a very quiet moan. Tracy, taking this as confirmation, smiled knowingly at Mark. Reaching across the desk, she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand and whispered huskily, "Soon." Tracy pushed herself off the desk, flipped her hair and sauntered toward the door, confident the she had roped in her prey. "Bye Mark," she said smugly as she opened his door, "I'll leave you to your... handiwork." Finally making her exit, Tracy went back to her desk outside Mark's.