Surprisingly, we didn't really talk about it afterward. I guess we were still young enough to except the weird things of the world at face value. So...etimes, after that, he would reach over during our afternoon meetings and help me to blow off steam; but things were otherwise the same. We biked, we messed around on the computer, we read comic books. In short, we were teenaged chums. This new aspect seemed so perfectly natural that it just fell in with the rest.A few weeks later, my family. Since everyone was bored with daily rehearsal and since many works were needed to be done as guest started arriving, my cousin just told me and Sagar to concentrate on final dance while they will take care of other arrangements. This left me and Sagar alone for 3 hours for 2 days).Next day, my cousin dropped me at Sagar’s dance room around 4 pm and told me that they will come at 7 pm to pick me. Sagar was standing in front wearing a white shirt, light blue denim and was smelling nice (courtesy. "Ooops!" she giggled. "I forgot about the time difference. It's onlytwo here. I just wanted to call and say goodnight."My mind was still fuzzy, but I could figure out that Grace was up late,no matter which time zone she was in."You're just going to bed?" Well, not exactly. But I am just going to sleep, and I wanted to saygoodnight. I'm sorry if I called too late. Would you rather I not callbaby?" No! No!" I quickly answered. "I'm glad you called. What have youbeen doing?" We went out. Not because I’m cold. This place is neither warm nor cold. I feel vulnerable. I expect Tahlana to speak peace or reassurance into my mind, but she doesn't. She lets me feel weak and exposed. I may even sense a confirming mental push from her.‘You are unique among human slaves. Your eyes are different.’ Tahlana hisses in my head again. I know I should panic at those words. I try, but I can’t force it. I let the horrific images of the slavery I know flit across my mind instead. ‘Now, now. None of.
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