"The president reached out, and gave him a high five. He laughed."Okay, okay. Can you do me?"Sure enough, across from him, sat himself. He looked over...everything, in awe and fascination."Can you do my father?"Once more, there he was. He set his mug down, looking at the man's features. And he remembered. It had been so long since he'd seen him alive. Years, decades. Before he could say anything he found himself upset. Tears came easy, and the figure snapped back to one of shadows and blurs. He. M. Boy, was he handsome. Tall and muscular, with long black hair, wide shoulders trim thighs and hips and a stomach the looked as hard as a rock. He was so pretty that I was afraid he was gay, but to my pleasure, I later found out that was not the case.Obviously I didn't have a stage at my house where the party was to be held so I had acquired a 4 X 8 sheet of paneling to use as a dance floor just for this occasion. We laid it out on the living room carpet up against the fireplace and gathered. (Yeah, if the piece of jigsaw puzzle had shown where we were already living, I would have taken the hint and stuck it out. I’m not sure what I would have done if I’d picked out Alaska, Washington D.C., or the swamplands of Louisiana; probably laughed at Hazel winding me up and asked her to try again, and choose somewhere that she knew wasn’t on my ‘never in a million years will I live there’ list. Given no other choice, I’d go for the snakes and alligators of Louisiana over those in D.C. any. Crystal agreed. Actually, Yukiko simply told her what she was going to do, and she answered "Yes mistress" I wonder if that counts as agreeing.As usual there was no stopping Yukiko when she got a head of steam in her. "You know" She said "If any one of us doesn't make it back from the mountains, Crystal can take her place" We would have been horrified at any other time, and would have squashed that suggestion outright; now, we had changed. Rather than agreeing or disagreeing we just gave a non.