" Aren't there many stories?" Of course. Don't Europeans have many stories? I heard very different ones in school and in church." And you have a diffe...ent truth," said a young man. "You get truth from books, or from the Internet. My people get truth from stories." Like Kipling," I said."Kipling?" Yes, ma'am. The Just-so-Stories tell us why things are. How the leopard got his spots; the birth of armadillos; why the elephant has a trunk. The stories of the Dreamtime tell us where people and. Yes, we can still be friends."He had to be satisfied with that, knowing that to press his luck would almost certainly be to lose her. The work on Skryben seemed to crawl. The rebuilding of one sector, on one level, would be done, only to leave them facing near identical problems in the next sector, on the next level.Gradually, Skryben changed. There was no way of seeing how she looked from the outside, but Rand could see her image in her own mind. From a gently rounded ovoid, she slowly became. Me in the bedroom looking out at Jay and her friend staring in through the window at my complete nudity. After a few moments I picked up my jeans with the thought of getting into them as quickly as possible but as they continued to stand there watching I thought, if Vicki wants to look, and Jay so far hasn’t objected, then I’ll let her look. Jay was stood behind Vicki now and I could see her lips move as she spoke over Vicki’s shoulder closely into her ear. I could only imagine what she was. I giggled and started making my way towards the direction I saw Travis leave. Still walking backwards my playful gaze was happy to see him waving me on with the hand that now held my shoes before I turned and made my way through the crowd. I paid no attention to the quizzical expressions on all the guests faces as I made my way quickly through them like a maze, bare foot, and practically running. I knew if I had those shoes on I wouldn’t make it to the exit in time to catch Travis. Proving that.