Kodachi, carrying Tonomi, flew out from the backstage area and bounded out a side door. Shiro gave chase, but to no avail; Kodachi was just too fast. The exhausted sensei leaned against an outer wall of the auditorium, breathing heavily. "Now what do I do?" he asked no one in particular. "Go after 'em," a voice said from the roof above him. Shiro looked up to see who was there. A boy with a black pigtail, red shirt and black pants stared back at him. "Ranma?" Shiro asked. "Yeah, that's me all right. Go after them. Kodachi may be fast but she's not the brightest crayon in the box, if ya know what I mean." "Is there anything in particular I should know? Can you help me out?" "Sorry, I'd rather not deal with Kodachi. Personal reasons." With that, Ranma jumped away into the shadows. Shiro stood silent for a moment, then turned to go in the direction that Kodachi had taken off. Before he had gone three steps, however, he was hailed by another voice. "Shiro! Shiro! Slow down!" Mariko called. Shiro turned around to face Mariko. "She got away again." He cursed under his breath. Mariko smiled. "Don't worry, Shiro! We'll get them back." Sure we will, Shiro thought. A normal guy and an overzealous, accident prone young woman were going to snatch two of their friends from the grasp of a crazed martial arts dancer/gymnast. Stranger things have happened, ne? Ranma 1/2: Lack of Common Sensei Part 18: The World Turned Upside Down Created by Winston Smith Written by Nathan Housley Note: Dialogue in "" denotes Japanese speech, while dialogue in '' denotes English speech. Ah, the coffeehouse. It's the perfect place to sit back, relax, and talk about whatever comes to mind with some close friends. In Nerima, at the local coffeehouse patroned by high school students, talk abounded. Usually, the discussions focused on the weather or whether Ranma would win the latest fight. But today the wheels of gossip rotated about a couple having a quiet discussion at a table some distance away from other customers. She was the type of woman men dreamed about; slim, full-figured, with shoulder length brown hair, lovely skin, and lively brown eyes that seemed to radiate joy. Her smile never left her lips. Neither did the eyes of every young man willingly leave her. The center of her attention was the young man sitting across from her. He was dressed casually, in khaki pants and a Polo shirt. He seemed to trying to relax from a hard day at work, his brown eyes focusing not on any one image, but staring beyond, as if his mind was worrying a problem into place. People gave each other knowing glances and the occasional whispered "doesn't he realize that they're perfect for each other?" Sometimes, when the murmurs of the crowd subsided, the occasional clicking of a camera shutter could be heard. "I wish we hadn't lost track of Kodachi," Shiro sighed. After Mariko had joined him, the two had chased Kodachi's laughs for three blocks until they faded into the ambient noise of the city. Dejected, left without any course of action, Shiro had listened to Mariko's suggestion of stopping by the local coffeehouse. Apparently, Mariko felt she could think better on a full stomach. Shiro assented. It was not any less productive than randomly pounding on doors. "Where did you think Kodachi took Sakura and Tonomi?" Mariko asked between bites of a chocolate chip cheesecake. There was another slice next to the one she was working on. If Tonomi and Sakura could have known that Shiro was planning on rescuing them, they would have been pleased. But if they had learned that he was planning the rescue with Mariko over coffee and dessert, they would have frowned. Especially since Sakura would recognize the coffeehouse as the one she had treated Shiro to earlier that day. Shiro stared into his cup of coffee as though it was his augury. 'I wish I knew.' "Um, Shiro, you're speaking English again." Another bite of cheesecake disappeared between Mariko's lips. "Oh, sorry." Shiro had relapsed into English, his native tongue, due to the stress of trying to find where Kodachi had taken the girls. "That's okay. I know you're worried about them." "Kodachi can't get away with this," he swore. "If only I knew the area better, I know I could find them." "Arimi's so worried," Mariko said. "She can hardly dance without tripping over her feet. A couple of the other girls are just as shaken." Arimi was the nervous freshman who had asked Tonomi's advice earlier that day. Mariko had taken a liking to her in her English and history classes. "All the more reason to find Kodachi," Shiro said. "Well, we know she's not keeping Sakura and Tonomi at St. Hebereke," Mariko began, repeating the only fact the teachers were sure of. 'Right,' Shiro sighed. 'Which only leaves a hundred other places she could hide them.' "Shiro?" 'Yes?' "Japanese, please." "I'm sorry." Mariko giggled. "Excuse me, Kawai-sensei, Smith-sensei," a quiet voice whispered. "Yes?" The two teachers said in unison, turning to face the newcomer. Shiro was surprised to see that a ten-year-old girl in a sailor fuku and auburn pigtails had spoken to them. He had not yet met anyone so young in Nerima. "My sister on the dance team said that she overheard some of the St. Hebereke girls. Kodachi took Tonomi and Takahashi-sensei to the Kuno mansion," the young girl repeated her sister's words. "Thank you!" Shiro exclaimed. His arms moved about rapidly as he spoke. "Coffee!" Mariko warned. "What?" Shiro and the little girl said in unison. "You're going to spill," Mariko began, only to be interrupted by Shiro's loud cry of pain and surprise. "Never mind." Then she turned to the young girl, "Thank you very much. Here, why don't you have this," Mariko said, sliding the uneaten slice of cheesecake towards the young girl. "Thank you, Kawai-sensei," the girl exclaimed, thankful for the treat. "Uh, Kawai-sensei, Smith-sensei? Where did they go?" ****************************************************************************** Tonomi sat in her bed, clad in her thin nightgown, surrounded by an assortment of stuffed animals and plushies. With long careful strokes, she brushed her hair out with an abalone shell comb. She could not sleep, for her mind was filled with thoughts of Shiro Smith, her beloved. The sound of someone lightly knocking on her door filled her room. She leapt to her feet, running to the door mindless of her dress. Peering through the door's spy hole, Tonomi gasped. Shiro was waiting outside. She reached for the doorknob to let him in, but her hand slipped off the polished brass. Again she tried, and again, she could not open the door for Shiro. She struggled with the door, watching Shiro through the spy hole. Shiro sighed, looked at his watch, and walked away. Tonomi watched his retreating form turn a corner. With a cry of despair, she threw herself at the door, stumbling outside for the door proved to be as air. She rushed after Shiro, to no avail. She ran through dark-shrouded alleys, abandoned parks, and chill paths, spurned on by the repeated cry of "Where is your beloved?" But was it the cry of her heart or the jeering choir of hidden voyeurs? At last, her eternal search was rewarded. Under the shadow of a giant pineapple, she found Shiro, dressed in a fine tuxedo. Her heart pounded at the sight, and a gentle blush bloomed in her cheeks. 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate,' she called to Shiro as she ran up to him. Shiro gently placed a finger on Tonomi's lips to quiet her. 'Think'st thou to seduce me then with words that have no meaning?' Tonomi's eyes welled with tears at his accusation. But before she could reply, Shiro turned to his right, as if in anticipation. Mariko, in the elegant wedding dress of Tonomi's most private dreams, walked toward them in the slow steady gait of the bride. To Tonomi's horror, Shiro beamed at his coworker. 'Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove,' Shiro said, before he took Mariko's hand and kissed her. The two teachers strode away, arm in arm, unconcerned that they had left a young woman huddled on the ground. 'Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,' Tonomi wailed, as seas rolled down her cheeks. "Tonomi!" At the sound of her name, the young woman bolted upright, gasping as the ropes about her waist bit into her flesh. She blinked rapidly, as a grey blur coalesced into barren grey walls. "It was only a dream," she consoled herself. Most people did not quote exclusively from English love poetry eagerly devoured and sighed over from the night before. Well, maybe Kuno, but only in English class. Then, taking notice of the ropes binding her to a chair, she asked, "Or is this the dream?" "Somehow I doubt that," a familiar feminine voice said. Her exasperation was evident in her voice. "But if it is, please wake me" "Takahashi-sensei?" "I'm here, unfortunately. I see Kodachi finally got you," Sakura sighed. "Kodachi?" Tonomi asked. She remembered leading her team through their warm up exercises. Then a giant ribbon flew at her, wrapping Tonomi in its cocoon. She strained against the ropes binding her arms to the chair's armrests. The ropes were rhythmic gymnastics ribbons. "She did this to me?" Tonomi's confusion quickly turned to anger. "And me as well." "I've never heard of Kodachi kidnapping her opponents before. What does she think she's doing?" "Winning, at least in her mind," Sakura sighed. "I'm sick of St. Hebereke doing stuff like this! Why can't they play fair like everyone else," Tonomi shouted, venting her frustration. "I think Kodachi has something to do with that," Sakura said dryly. "Why are you so calm about this?" Tonomi demanded. "Kodachi's only doing this to win. She'll release us after the competition," Sakura said, somewhat resigned to her fate. Inwardly, she sighed. She could be dispassionate and logical about being kidnapped by a love-obsessed gymnast, but when it came to something as simple as Shiro- Sakura was grateful that Tonomi could not see her blush. "I need to be at the competition!" Tonomi exclaimed, straining against the ropes. Sakura winced since Tonomi's every jerky motion pulled at her bonds. "I need to win. I need to, to, because..." Shiro will be there, Tonomi thought. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly. Kodachi's knots were too tight. "There will be other competitions, even against St. Hebereke," Sakura offered lamely. "Not with St. Hebereke," Tonomi sighed. "They've ambushed me every time our schools compete together." The conversation lulled into silence. Tonomi struggled with the offense Kodachi had rained upon her. Anger, depression, and disappointment flowed through her. She anxiously desired not just to be at the competition, but to dance well enough to be noticed by Shiro. While he would not date a student, in a few months Tonomi would not be a student anymore. She needed to make sure he noticed her as much as possible before graduation. She sighed again. Earlier that day, Shiro had collided with her in the halls, and he had not even noticed. Tonomi fought back the tears. She would make him notice her, she vowed. Sakura, on the other hand, was toying with some thought that was just beyond her reach. Suddenly, it fell into her grasp. "Wait a minute, what's Kodachi doing in their dance club. Isn't she a martial arts gymnast?" "Gymnasts use dance elements in their floor exercises, Takahashi-sensei," Tonomi explained from memory in a subdued voice. She was still lost in her own thoughts. "Martial arts gymnastics is a variation of the floor exercise. Our dance club sometimes trains with both our gymnastics teams to help polish the gymnasts' skills." "Oh." The conversation faded away. Sakura and Tonomi spent the time in quiet contemplation. "I thought I heard Smith-sensei call out when Kodachi snatched me. I think he was trying to stop her. Do you think he'll try to find us?" Tonomi blurted out. The tedious silence had worn on her already frayed nerves. Sakura blinked. She was sure that he would try to look for her, but he had been at the dance club competition instead. But was he there because he had come to the conclusion that Kodachi had mistaken Sakura for Tonomi? Or was he there for Tonomi herself? "I hope so," she sighed. "I hope so." ******************************************************************************** Shiro grunted. "Could you stop moving around up there?" he whispered to Mariko, who stood on his shoulders. "Sorry," she whispered, before peering over the Kuno mansion wall. Shiro winced as she shifted her weight. "Do you see them?" "No. Wait a minute," Mariko said rapidly. She stood up on the tips of her toes. Shiro winced at the resulting sharp pain in his shoulders. Sakura would probably have an explanation for why that was so. He sighed, shaking his head. Sakua and Tonomi had both been taken right in front of him, and what kind of teacher was he if he could not guarantee a safe working environment? He pushed aside images of a woman with black hair. The job had priority over personal issues, or so Shiro's idealism said. "Shiro!" Matiko shrieked. "I'm going to fall!" He froze in place, trying his best to ignore the cramps in his legs and back. It was a small price to pay to rescue Sakura and Tonomi. "Do you see them?" "You just asked me that. No." "What do you see then?" "I think a plant just crawled over the sidewalk." "Right," Shiro said, rolling his eyes. At that time, his shoulders shifted, causing Mariko to lose her balance. Fortunately, he was able to catch her in his arms. At the same time, she threw her arms around Shiro in attempt to break her fall. Their final pose resembled a groom carrying a bride over the threshold. A bright flash temporarily blinded Shiro. When his eyesight cleared, he saw someone with short feminine hair turn the corner. Shiro helped Mariko to her feet. "Come on, we don't have much time." ******************************************************************************** "Shiro, stop!" Mariko shouted. She had tripped over a tree root, triggering yet avoiding one of the many snares Kodachi had placed (or rather, ordered the Kuno family servants to place) around the grounds. Shiro skidded to a halt. He had been running through the crazy obstacle course that was the Kuno family property. To his surprise, the ground before his feet opened up, revealing the gaping maw of a pit. "Thanks, Mariko," he gasped. He failed to see why someone would set so many traps when a decent security system would protect against intruders. Unless, of course, Kodachi was toying with whoever would rescue her captives. He edged around the pit, scanning the ground for any more nasty surprises hidden in the yard. Mariko dashed forwards. “I think I see a way in,” she shouted. But before she could pass Shiro, there was the sound of creaking ropes. Mariko spun around barely avoiding whatever snare was set. In the process, she lost her balance, and fell backwards, only to be caught around the waist by Shiro. Not far away, a telephoto lens captured what looked like Shiro standing behind Mariko, holding her with his hands around her waist. The two pink-faced teachers separated themselves. Shiro coughed a bit to cover his uneasiness, then asked, “Where did you say you found a way in?” Mariko pointed to an open window, where a bouquet of dried black roses hung from the window frame. Shiro cautiously and ever so slowly worked his way towards the window. Mariko followed behind him, stepping only where Shiro had stepped. Sweat dripped down Shiro’s forehead. As far as he could tell, he had not passed any obvious traps on his way to Mariko’s window. He examined the roses. The black petals might have been dried, but the thick thorns still flourished. The long-stemmed bouquet was placed in the center of the window frame, so that any person who entered would brush up against the thorns. He reached up and grabbed the bouquet as far from the flowers as he could. Mariko turned to face Shiro. "Um, I don't think you want to do that." “If I don’t move it, we won’t be able to go inside,” he protested. Shiro pulled on the hanging bouquet of black roses. As he did, a rope net hidden in the brush by the window scooped Mariko and Shiro ten feet into the air. Shiro sighed. "Figures," he groaned. Then he looked up and cringed. When the rope net captured Mariko and Shiro, it knocked Mariko on top of Shiro. Now in the confined space of the net, Mariko's lips were mere centimeters away from his, and she was even closer. Her expressive eyes captivated Shiro. A faint blush crept across Mariko's cheeks, and Shiro was certain his were scarlet as well. This too was recorded by the hidden photographer. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" a dry voice said. "Ranma?" Shiro asked. He turned his head, grateful not to be looking into Mariko's eyes. Mariko's head tuned as well. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Look, I just decided to check on you. I thought something like this would happen." "Can you help us?" "I'll cut you two down, but don't ask me to help you any further." "Okay." Ranma looked around for something to cut through the rope net. He disappeared inside the Kuno mansion for a few moments, reappearing with a short sword procured from Tatewaki Kuno's collection in hand. With one slash, Shiro and Mariko fell ten feet to their freedom. "Ouch," Mariko winced, rolling off Shiro before standing. Shiro stood up, trying to massage the pain out of his tailbone. "Here, you might want to keep this for a while," Ranma said, handing the short sword to Mariko. He looked around frantically like a mouse chased by a cat. "Thanks." "Don't mention it, please." With that, Ranma ran and leapt over the fence. ******************************************************************************** "Mariko, Mariko, Mariko. It's always Mariko!" Tonomi protested to no one in particular. She had been thinking about Shiro and all the prolific Mariko rumors flying around the campus had flooded her memory, and her frustration welled up until she burst. "Excuse me?" Sakura said. She was confused by the sudden outburst. "Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud," Tonomi said quickly. Sakura could not see the dancer, but it she could, she would have wagered that Tonomi's face was crimson. "What about Kawai-sensei?" Sakura could not keep the gentle rebuke out of her voice. "I have a friend that has a crush on someone, and Mariko, I mean Kawai-sensei, is always around him," Tonomi confided, transparently stretching the truth. Sakura dismissed the outburst. After all, she did not want to hear about Tonomi’s infatuation with Shiro, even if it was in the guise of “Tonomi’s friend.” “Why don’t we instead talk about,” Sakura began. She tried to think of a topic that would not been too personal, given the teacher-student relationship she shared with the dancer even though they were the same age. She stopped. “Why don’t we talk about what?” Tonomi asked. “Shh. Did you hear that?” Sakura whispered. “No, I didn’t.” Tonomi matched her teacher’s pitch and volume. “Listen.” "Shiro, watch it. It could be another trap!" Mariko's voice echoed into the room. A series of loud crashes, yells, and shrieks ensued. "I know you want to rescue them, but we can't if we're trapped again." "I know," came the panted reply. Tonomi and Sakura's eyes widened. "Shiro! We're over here!" they shouted repeatedly. They were rewarded with the sounds of a person struggling with the lock, followed by an English curse. The door burst inward, forced open by a healthy kick from Shiro. He rushed in, followed closely by Mariko. Tonomi saw that Mariko held a short sword, Tonomi forgot the proper name for it, in her hand. Mariko seemed to be as scared of the sword as Tonomi was to see Mariko with a sword. Shiro ran to the bound girls, tearing at the knots to little avail. "Let me," Mariko said. Shiro stood aside while she used her borrowed short sword as a knife to cut the ribbons with. "Shiro!" Tonomi cried, wrapping her arms around him. Sakura frowned at Tonomi's overly intimate greeting. Shiro winced inwardly. Tonomi should not be doing this. He was her teacher, not a peer. But before he could say anything, Nurse Karou's admonition echoed in his ears. "'I understand your reservations about a relationship with a student, but are friendships and normal interactions forbidden as well?'" I know, Karou, he thought. But he did not want to encourage her pursuit. It would be improper. Maybe he could break her embrace gently, without hurting her feelings. Then he felt the dampness seep through his shirt, and his quandary melted away. He placed his arms around her to comfort her, trying hard to remember Tonomi as the student crying on his shoulder, and not the attractive young woman nestled in his arms. The only difference between her and the freshman girls in college his roommate had frequently but unsuccessfully attempted to set him up with was that Tonomi had been born a few months later than his blind dates. "Everything's alright," he said softly, wondering how it would be. Like hell it was, Sakura thought. Mariko had finished cutting through the last ribbon. Sakura stood up, rubbing a sore wrist. "Thank you, Mariko," she said atonally. Her quiet resignation gave way to indignation. She looked around. Upon seeing Shiro holding Tonomi, she opened her mouth, ready to vent her frustrations at a convenient target. "Are you okay?" Shiro mouthed, unwilling to disturb Tonomi. Sakura's anger drained away. "Yes," she said, uncomfortable with her emotional mutability. At least with logic and reason, she could predict their actions, unlike fickle emotion, whose wild swings baffled her, especially when Shiro was involved. "Sakura?" "Huh?" Sakura snapped out of her contemplation. "You okay? You didn't get a whiff of any of Kodachi's potions, did you?" Shiro asked. "They're chemical solutions," Sakura replied automatically. She looked around. Tonomi was no longer crying on Shiro's shoulder, but was at his side, clinging to his arm. Her face was still red from her weeping. Mariko had walked around Sakura towards the door. All three were staring at Sakura with various degrees of concern. "I spaced out for a bit," Sakura sighed. Tonomi's eyes widened in sudden realization. "What time is it?" she asked quickly. Mariko looked at her watch and told her. "If we hurry, we might be able to make it to the match," Tonomi exclaimed, letting go of Shiro's arm. "Are you sure?" Sakura asked. "Yes, the match has team and individual elements. It takes time to go through over a dozen different routines, and the team captain's almost always the last dancer." "Why is that?" Shiro inquired. "You always put your strongest dancers towards the end of the competition. The judges expect that, and tend to give higher scores." "That's fascinating, but should we leave now so that Tonomi doesn't miss her match?" Mariko asked. "Oh no," Shiro protested, folding his arms. "I'm taking the two of you to Nurse Karou before we do anything else." "If we go to Nurse Karou's, the match will be over," Tonomi said. "Let her go, Shiro. I want to see the look on Kodachi's face when she sees Tonomi dance," Sakura replied. "It would mean so much to Arimi and the other girls," Mariko pleaded. "Alright," Shiro conceded. "Oh, and Mariko?" "Yes?" "Leave the sword here." ****************************************************************************** "OHOHOHO!" Kodachi laughed as she waited for the judges to announce the score for her dance. Regardless of how she did, Furinkan could not win. The last event of the competition was the captain's dance. With that insignificant Kanzaki woman, whichever one she was, a guest in the Kuno mansion, the Furinkan team would have to forfeit. Then Ranma-sama would finally appreciate her. "Kuno, Kodachi. 9.625, 9.650..." the announcer read. The St. Hebereke fans and students applauded wildly. Kodachi glowed. Those were decent marks for a routine, especially for a gymnast competing in a dancer's tournament. Ranma-sama would have to notice her now. "Next on the floor, Kanzaki, Tonomi, of Furinkan," the announcer called over the speaker system. Kodachi giggled. This was a mere formality. The judges would wait one minute, then end the match. There was a cheer from the Furinkan crowd. Kodachi watched in horror as a girl with long black hair tied in a ponytail walked onstage. Her expression was everything Sakura hoped it would be. ******************************************************************************** Tonomi walked out onstage. She breathed deeply to settle her nerves. Yet the thought of whether she could dance well under the circumstances nagged at her. She still wanted to dance well for Shiro, who, along with Takahashi-sensei and Mariko-sensei, was sitting in the front row. In addition to that, the match was close, with Furinkan slightly behind, and her performance would determine the outcome. She also wanted to dance well to upset Kodachi. Living well is the best revenge, or so the ever mysterious 'they' say. "No pressure," Tonomi whispered to herself. She assumed her starting pose. The first pianissimo melody of her accompanying song floated airily over the loudspeakers. She was dancing cold, the chance to stretch or warm-up her muscles denied by Kodachi's selfish scheme. It was just another obstacle to overcome. Tonomi began her routine, starting with simple, yet quick and fluid motions designed as a countermelody in motion to her song. With each motion, she gained confidence. As the music played, Tonomi flowed through the choreography and skill elements with the ease of a veteran dancer. She made difficult motions seem easy, and simple movements seem more complicated. Throughout her routine, though the steps were challenging, she never stopped smiling. Her dazzling smile reached to her eyes, which shone like polished jewels. It was the genuine smile of the born performer, which enthralls audiences by its mere existence regardless of the performance. The final fanfare began, and Tonomi finished her routine with a series of legato leaps and spins that decrescendoed into her finishing pose. One musical beat later, the music ceased. Tonomi held her pose, panting slightly, until the head judge gave her permission to move. She knew she ended early, a minor deduction, but when added to any of the other deductions a judge could find, even minor deductions mattered. Her teammates applauded loudly, giving both support and approval to their team captain. Tonomi stole a quick glance towards where Shiro was sitting. He was on his feet, clapping vigorously. Others joined him in the ovation. Tonomi bowed towards the judges, as protocol demanded, then another bow to the crowds before she ran towards her teammates' bench. The applause died down in anticipation of the scores. "Kanzaki, Tonomi. 9.800, 9.725, 9.825..." The rest of her scores were drowned out by the triumphant celebration from the Furinkan Dance Club. Her fellow club members and fans mobbed Tonomi. Even some of the St. Hebereke fans and students approached her to congratulate her, but there was one person she was waiting to hear from. The crowd thinned, and she could see her three teachers walk towards her. "Congratulations, Tonomi, you did very well," Shiro praised. Next to him, Takahashi-sensei and Mariko-sensei enthusiastically nodded their assent. Tonomi beamed. He had noticed her after all. ******************************************************************************** Nabiki sat at her bedroom desk, thumbing through an envelope of recently developed photographs. Most were worthless, but almost half the roll held some promise. She quickly appraised the potential value of the pictures. Yes, this set of images should be of interest. With quick, precise movements, she created two piles of photos. Then, she wrote the date and description of the negatives before placing them into an empty envelope. Finally, she threw away the larger pile before lying down in her bed, dreaming subtle schemes and scenarios for those pictures. Shiro and Mariko were the sole subjects of the stack of pictures on her desk. Author's notes- It's hard to believe this is my third time writing for LoCS. It's even harder to believe that I'll sign up for a fourth. This has been a fun series to write for, if not challenging at times. And I still have a couple ideas I want to try before I quit. The title, “The World Turned Upside Down,” if I remember correctly, is the title, or derivative thereof, of the song the British played during the surrender at Yorktown. Three parts, three musical titles. The quotes used in Tonomi's dream are attributed as follows: 'Shall I compare thee' - Love Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare 'Think'st thou to seduce me' - Think'st Thou to Seduce Me Then, Thomas Campion. 'Come live with me' - The Bait, John Donne "Pour new seas in mine eyes' - Holy Sonnet 5, John Donne As far as I can determine, these texts are in the public domain. Anyway, thank you for reading this and supporting Lack of Common Sensei. Please feel free to email or post comments on the Impro message board. Nathan Housley Achariyth@aol.com