I could feel myself walking toward the window, drawn by the image I saw there. I could feel my legs work to move me across the room. At the same time ... could see the stranger in the reflection of the glass make the same movements in reverse. As I, or what my consciousness I perceived to be "I," approached the glass, I lifted my hand to touch it. The girl on the other side followed my movements perfectly. When I said "Oh nooooo!" her lips synced my words as if she had practiced her line for. He would always yell at the kids in my class. "You're doing the running wrong!" Coach screamed.'What the fuck,' I thought. 'How does someone run wrong?!' I was in perfect shape at that age, if I say so myself. Both Chris and I had washboard abs and fairly modest biceps and triceps. We had broad shoulders and not the worst pecs in the world. We also had pretty decent bubble butts that attracted attention from both sexes. Anyway, I needed to relinquish myself of my aching bladder. "Can I go to. No matter where she looked, Natsuki couldn't avoid seeing his gaze."I'm Kenji Sakamoto," the man said and held out a business card for her.Without looking up at him, Natsuki reached out two tentative hands and gingerly took the card between her thumbs and index fingers; the slightest of breeze would have knocked it out of her fingers. She wanted to just drop it on the counter, but not wanting to be rude, set it down on the counter in front of her and looked at it. She used it to break the. Phil and Bob, the two new freshmen, turned out to be quick studies. They'd both been able to learn the ins and outs of running our board, how to patch the lights to the right channels on the board, and how to program the lighting changes so everything was ready to go for opening night.Once we got the board set up, I'd been taking them through the show. I'd made up two extra copies of the script with the notes on the lighting cues Mr. Franks and I had decided on. They both were able to hit all.