Now I could see through to the other side, though I could barely make out the charcoal gray color of her shirt. I caught the curve of her breast as sh...e turned to her side. She held a book up to the light so she could more easily read the fading title, barely visible on the spine. Her arm lifted up elegantly; in this light her soft olive skin contrasted greatly with the darkness around her. She faced away from me. I leaned in using the palms of my hands to slowly lower myself closer to the book. Mouse was next by only two weeks and then Ant. Ray was the oldest being six months older than me, and Patty and Kitty fit somewhere in between.I was amused by the liquorice-all-sorts that we were. Ant was the tallest and some combination of Aboriginal, Irish, Scott’s and English heritage. Then I was next, and my Caucasian mix included, Aboriginal and some Chinese/Malay blood from my mum.Mouse was the tallest of the girls at 180cm. She had pale skin, a slim figure and blue eyes. She said her. The weekend was quiet, with Kara and me splitting our time between her house and the Spencers’. On Sunday I went with Kara to church, and that evening we went to the Social for the young adults. It didn’t surprise me that there was no dancing at the party, but Kara did tell me that the church wasn’t opposed to dancing like Grace Church was. There were, instead, board games and a ping-pong table. I actually enjoyed talking to the other kids our age and found a few Reds fans to commiserate with. Jenny blushed as she stood in the doorway. Her lavender dress bared one shoulder and flared beautifully at the hips. Don was sure he'd never seen Jenny look this good. He could barely hold the camera still as he snapped her picture."Damn, girl. It's a good thing I brought my shotgun," Walt said.Tommy stepped forward and after telling Jenny how beautiful she looked, he nervously pinned a corsage of white orchids on her dress.Don took another few pictures with Tommy and Jenny, and then Tommy,.