When Danica was ten, her father, Tyler Blakemore had been elected the second African-American President of the United States (though he was half white... like the first). At just over thirty-six years old at the time of his first inauguration, he was also the youngest. Danica had been a small and shy girl back then and America had watched that girl transform, over the next eight years, into something like a bombshell of a young woman. Danica shunned the spotlight, and only used "private social. “And that means accepting his decisions with regard to ordinations.”“And if he wants to make you a priest?”“It’s not really compatible with being a physician because I couldn’t serve a parish as pastor. In addition, that’s not my calling at all. I can be a servant, but not a shepherd. And I’m quite sure Vladyka ARKADY is well aware of that!”“Hi, Mike!” Katy said, coming into the great room.“Hi, Katy!”She greeted me with a quick hug and peck on the cheek.“Dinner is ready.”Mr. Malenkov and I. Cindy thought the new food was delicious, but a small voice from her human mind was again telling her that a human would not enjoy the fare. Cindy spent her time in peace, sharpening her fishing skills, enjoying the many play periods, and sleeping curled with the pack at night against the cold winter air.And the days flowed by. Within a couple of weeks the temperature warmed considerably. Spring had arrived, on a planet Cindy thought the singing humans perhaps called Aina . A few days later a. Well, I did not want to frustrate and anger Sally, so I made my return stroke at the same speed as my exiting stroke. However, it was at about the fourth full stroke cycle that Sally gasped "Harder! Faster!" I did increase my speed and I did bang harder at the bottom of my stroke, but Sally kept up her chant of "Harder! Faster!" Suddenly, I realized that she was just repeating a mantra of joy, and her words bore no relationship to reality.Sally's chanting finally gave way to moaning and panting.