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?"
      
    "Yes."
      
    " Are you busy right now ?"
      
    "No."
      
    " Thank you ."
      
    The caller hung up, and Dee slowly replaced the receiver, feeling herself slide through the last of the barriers, back into the present.  She was in her own chair at her own desk.  She had been gone, but now she was back.  Gradually the sensation of losing herself passed.  The area below her window was deserted, but she continued to stare down at the paved paths.  Thinking.  Feeling.
      
    The dream had certainly driven her to achieve her career goals.  She'd become a respected Astronomer. And more importantly, the mistakes of the past had not been repeated.  But was that the best she could expect from life?  Should she count her blessings and be satisfied with a marriage in name only?  Or was there more?
      
    One thing she did know - the nightmarish memory hadn’t brought her the inner strength she’d hoped it would.  Conversely it had, if only briefly, rekindled all those feelings of insecurity, hopelessness and the desperate need to be loved.  Like a dream that was so realistic it took hours to shake off, Dee knew she'd be feeling vulnerable until she could rebuild the emotional barriers that protected her from her past. 
      
    She needed to be alone, at least for the rest of the day, and the sooner she got off campus and away from everyone the better.  Despite her attachment to her hobby, she would take the night off, and possibly the next day as well.  She could work on her project from home if she wanted to, and there were no lectures scheduled for her tomorrow.  She'd just pack her notes and...  
      
    There was a soft knock on the door. 
      
    "Dr Williams?"
      
    Dee frowned, suddenly remembering the phone call.  What had she said she'd do?  She swivelled her chair to face the door.
      
    "The secretary said she called you."
      
    Dee blinked at her visitor in shock.
      
    It was Billy McKenzie.

Chapter Three
     
    "But if you're too busy..."
      
    Dee simply stared, her lips parting as she  absorbed the warmth of his tanned skin, the soft texture of his flannelette shirt and his eyes - the same milky grey as the fierce thunderclouds that had heralded the electrical storms of her youth.  She remembered them distinctly, building up along the Western plains.  They'd been terrifying in their intensity, but the young Wendee had felt only exhilaration, running wildly through the paddocks as lightning arrowed down around her, knowing that for a brief period of time she was truly alive.
      
    Exactly as she felt now. 
      
    "Dr Williams?"
      
    Even his voice was dangerous.  Deep.  Needy.   She struggled to contain her childhood recklessness, damping it down with her adults fears.  She was Dr Williams now, not Wendee.
      
    She straightened her shoulders.  "Yes?" 
      
    "I didn't want to bother you.  It's just, I have this problem..." he glanced around her office, either out of curiously or nervousness, she wasn't sure.  "The secretary said to come to you."  
      
    Dee nodded, seeing the pieces fall into place.  The Convener of First Year .  She remembered the conversation now.  As convener it was her responsibility was to listen to any first year student's problems, either with their work or personal dilemmas, then refer them on to whomever could help.  It was a small responsibility she'd been unable to evade, but for which there'd been little call in any case.
      
    Yet now, the one person she wanted to avoid, Billy McKenzie, was calling on that responsibility.  Could it possibly be a coincidence?  Or had he known she was the convener?
      
    And why now, today? 
      
    He'd never spoken to her personally before, merely been one of many in her lectures or tutorials.  What force had brought him to her right at this moment in time when her resistance was so low?  Two weeks ago she'd imagined herself to have aroused him with her carnal thoughts.  Had she drawn him to