It was a simple intimacy, yet for Stan it was an incredible feeling. He felt every nerve in his left hand afire at her touch. Stan tried to pay attent...ion to the movie, he really did! But if he'd been asked for a critical review afterwards, he'd have been hard-pressed for words.Anne, for her part, thought that the film was fun in a superficial way, but that the heat of Stan's hand in hers, the occasional glance he'd make at her, the way his body was twisted slightly towards her all felt far more. 'That must mean that she's one of the seniors, ' he surmised.Knowing that nothing more would be accomplished by his staying any longer, Fitzhugh turned and made his way back to the outside world. He followed the drainpipe in the reverse direction that he had taken when he first sought shelter.Within a few minutes he reached its edge. As always he looked around to make sure that the coast was clear. Seeing nobody, including animals, in the area he stepped into the sunlight and stretched his body. “I can only tell you what I was told by my source,” David answered.“Again, this is something that you knew and held off telling us,” Barrett accused him in an angry voice.“Would it have done any good before now to have brought it up? None of you believed that she was a Dragon until recently,” David told him in anger.“No ... no we didn’t. Especially that young fool Pennson. He was the one who called her ‘Demon Bait’ before she left. I’m not sure what to think of this whole mess. Nothing has. I wonder what Saralinda would think of a nude beach," Moira mused."We could ask her. She in the bedroom?" Mmmm – I think she got bored looking over our shoulders."I got up and headed to the downstairs bedroom. Moira followed, perhaps curious as to what the girl's reaction would be. I got to the doorway and stopped, waiting for Moira to look too. Saralinda was in bed, snoring softly. The TV was still on, as was the light. It didn't look like she'd undressed, though she'd at least taken off her.