Well, I want to do a course on photography. But that may not be what they mean. Moreover, while I don't mind an honours theses, I don't think I should... write about either Max Dupain nor Fred Williams. And one more thing..." Yes?" I want to do some more work on myth, too. And that's a big problem." It is?" Yes. All Sydney offers is under three headings: Ancient History, Celtic Studies and Studies in Religion. None of that sounds like what I'm interested in. Especially as Studies in Religion is. I knew this yesterday when she asked whether it was ok or did I have plans for us. I told her to enjoy and that I would be anxious to hear all the details when she returned.Then, last night, her cyberlover on the net with whom she has been friends for almost a year, told her he was going to be in our town today on business. They have met once before in his town and spent the night together. That time, as he was fucking her, she called me to say she was fine and would I like to say hello to. "She says she's an interested party. We've decided to get drunk, so I'm calling before my rational mind gets distilled." Well I'm glad you're in a safe place. Is that where you're staying?" I don't think the lady of the house would have it any other way. Just a second." Sandy spoke to her hostess. "I'll have another." After a pause she giggled and said, "And another drink too please." She began to address me again. "I don't want to be rude to my hostess, Joe, so I'll be as quick as possible.". " I see," Stacey said, feeling uncomfortable again. Was there any way that they could talk of neutral subjects for a bit? She was getting tired of these confessions.Sarah smiled and patted her friend's knee affectionately. "But don't worry," she assured her. "Except for the separate bedrooms and the silence between them, we're just a normal, happy, upper-middle class family. They're gonna love you." Are they?" Guarantee it."As it turned out, Sarah was right.Sarah's parents lived in Whispering.