I threw open my front door, dashed through the arctic entryway, not caringthat I was just wearing a flimsy baby blue camisole top over a pair ofblack ...eggings. The snow felt good against my feet. The howling windcaressed my body. I threw my arms out and spun around in the darkness.Someone drove by in a big old F-250 and flashed their lights as theypassed me, as if to say "are you alright?" I waved them on, though Icouldn't see into the cabin to tell how they reacted. I followed the redtail. .." Whispered the red-skinned demon to her softened mind.The effect was immediate. She loved him. She loved him too much to hang on. She wanted to be his ideal girl. Without even consciously choosing to do so, she squeaked, rushing to cover her mistake."British? No, no, I meant Japanese, I'm Japanese! I'm Shinju!" She swore enthusiastic like a c***d caught lying."Really?" He smiled, taking her face between his hands and pointing her to the mirror. "So that's the true you, then?" Yes ! Yes, this. If it wasn't deferred again.Whatever. I'd been busy. I was at a coffee shop in Shibuya on aSaturday evening, getting ready for the long train ride back home. Theman who spoke was sitting at the next table alone, and I had noticedhim watching me calmly; he sipped his coffee and read the newspaper.He wasn't gawking like most Japanese men. He had been intent on theartwork partially visible on my stomach beneath the cut-off t-shirtthat was my standard travel garb. This time it was my green. " She looked back at us."Each of you will be introduced to a teacher. They all look remarkably similar to Con and to each other. They all respond to the name teacher. Like Con used to be, they are constructs made of Light. They exist to teach. I would like each of you to go with a teacher and spend the next couple of hours getting your first lessons. I will meet you all back here in two hours. Agreed?" You've been through this already?" Arden asked."Eru, Ginny and I have. Con obviously did not.