And coming up the stairwell near the end of the platform was a young, strong black man.Claude Carolina looked different from the night before, his bod... more chiseled, his dress more mature. He wore black jeans and a long, loose-fitting silk shirt that ran to his thighs. He was devilishly handsome, and if it weren’t for his intensity, he could have had any young girl he wanted. Now all Preston had to do was make this brash young street poet a poet of the academy.They shook hands. Claude’s grip. Her eyes were thesame ice blue as William's, her hair a golden halo about her face andcascaded down to her waist. She wore a gown of white brocaded silk withpale blue satin piping. The gown came all the way to the tops of herfeet and on her feet were golden sandals that seemed to have aniridescence of their own.Lisa was awed at the image before her. All she could say was"Beautiful."The child that had been Aardvak turned to Lisa and gave her the mostbeautiful of smiles. "Thank you Mother."Lisa. . Of course..." But what about everything that's happened? I don't understand." M?re a tout d?clench?." Huh? Who started everything? My mother? Or your mother?" Ma m?re, votre m?re... she is the same." She is the same? You mean..." Oui. We are sisters, my love. We are sisters..."I noticed that the lights in the library had gone down. They didn'tclick off like from a regular light switch, but like from a dimmerswitch. After a few moments, all that was left was the light over ourtable. We. The boys called her an ice-princess but the group knew she wasn't. They had often caught her slyly watching men, but she was very afraid to get close to one. They had no idea she was into men THIS MUCH though. Sneha wasn't sure she wanted Urmila to come to their party. She wouldn't be bringing a guy along and everyone was a bit possesive about their males. They did not want a single girl enjoying what belonged to them even if she was such a good friend. "Let me ask the others, they might get.