"Yes. Great." He found himself replying. "Thanks."Natasha looked on, waiting for Dave to take the hint and get his cell phone out, so the number could...be entered directly. "Lovely boy - but never too quick" Natasha said, looking at Donna, who replied with only a wry smile.Dave had prepared his phone. "Ok - shoot" He said. Natasha looked him back in the eye, emphasizing the innuendo that had just escaped his lips. Donna once again noticed there was something unspoken going on between them, as. Hitting reply to that email , filling in the blanks required, emailaddress, times available to reply back, job hours, nothing to personal, noreal info, no real names exchanged, just a simple reply, nothing to come ofit…right? She whimpers as she rolls over in the dark room,trying to stop her thoughts, remembering it all very slowly, the reply afterthat first night. The letter that asked for more info on her, her age, healthissues, family status, still nothing to personal. All stuff she could. " Interesting, Mandy" replied Mrs. Baroness. " And how do you propose we express such varying ideas in one theme? And what would be the nature and title of such a complex theme?" Complex is the exactly correct word for it, Ma'am" answered Mandy. " In a word, 'TRANSFORMATION' ... or perhaps a two word phrase to capture the dual nature of the subject: TRANSFORMATIONAL SUBJECT. And we have the perfect model for that theme right here in class. Stand up Vickie."All eyes turned to the back of the. I climbed the stairs and quietly opened the door. Although I hadn't seen anything dangerous, yet, I remained cautious.The room was unoccupied, but a faint scent of perfume showed it was only recently vacated. There were two desks, one neat and tidy; the other strewn with papers."Any luck seeing through my eyes, yet?" I asked Pteri, who was trying to tap into my senses as she had the Zibong for so many years."Yes, some," she sounded optimistic, "but Zibongs just stare ahead. You try to see.