So was she, as she blushed at me. I let it cool for a few minutes as I took my time on this fine day, ready to play, feeling so gay. I glanced around ...he open-air setting and checked out the opportunities for flashing. I homed in on a fellow, not too tall, but with large, brown, sensitive eyes, wearing a Greenpeace t-shirt and roomy shorts and sandals. He looked to be my type. I slowly moved my position so that my body was facing him, not on a whim, but feeling trim, out on a limb. Then I. “It looked quite nice to me.”“Get out of it,” she laughed. “You must have at least a dozen girls falling over themselves for you.”“Not even one, mum,” I said sadly. “There was one, but she said I was obsessed.”“Obsessed, with what?”“You, of course, she said she felt as if she was playing second fiddle to you.”“Oh Michael.”“The trouble was though, she was right, everything played second fiddle to you.”It had only been two days ago when I told her mum was coming out and I was going to pick her. And then, there's the flip side. What if she remains silent, tells him nothing, and he eventually learns the truth, and asks her whether she knew? Would he ever be able to trust her after that? By her own design, he now knows her secret, and she remembers quite clearly his response upon learning about her ability. Not, 'Are you sure?' or 'How does it work?' but with calm acceptance, 'Do you still have dreams?'She growls in frustration, and rubs ferociously at her arms and belly with the soapy. ...my cousin. "Oh Kara! Did you know what your father was myfather's brother? We...we're family!" She nodded, her own face bright withtears."Yes, cousin. But I didn't realize we were related. I thought Jor-El onlyhad a son." That's another story, and I'll fill you in, but I need to know how andwhy you're on Earth."Kara teared up again. "Everything was fine until several weeks ago, whena meteor shower shattered the dome over the city and punched large holesin the lead shielding. It was possible.