The research ship they left on and came back with was sailed right into the sun. All anyone had to go on was Rachele’s story and Ghok’s back up of...it.One by one, those closest to the girl step up to the edge of the grave and toss a white rose onto the coffin. Rachele dabs her moist eyes and cheeks with a small, white handkerchief as her turn approaches. She stands up and walks over to the officiator, who is holding a basket full of the flowers. “Thank you,” she says, softly acknowledging the. Of course they knew him and allowed him to go and report to the producer and director. Peter knew that one of them had been part of Michael's group. Neither let the person not within their group suspect the fact that they knew each other. Peter was shown his dressing room and he told them he would begin to study his lines.It was a tiny lie. He had helped Michael practice for the role. He knew most of the play already. What he needed to do was make contact with the others here. So he was in the. Boomer grinned, pointing him out to his teammates. When he was directly in front of them, he stuck his foot out.The boy tumbled, his schedule flying as he tried to halt his fall. John helped by shoving him as he fell. He’d have fallen on his face, but instead he sprawled across the hallway, his backpack opening and his papers fluttering around him.Boomer and John laughed, and after a moment, Taylor joined in. When the kid, Phillip Chen, recovered, his eyes went wide and he scrambled to get back. But, you've ... made me..." (I didn't want to say it) " ... horny." You can be aroused ... but I will not help you." His fingers moved slightly, straining, ready to snap."PLEASE don't do that!" He paused again. "Snapping your fingers ... as if I was a dog. It's demeaning."He smiled. "Very well. This will be last time, I promise."SNAP! I didn't even try to resist. Down I went. Down and down and down. He spoke to me again ... said something again. I have no idea what it was, but it must have been.