PART SEVEN

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Me and you and a dog named Boo

Travelin' and a livin' off the land

Me and you and a dog named Boo

How I love being a free man

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Me & you and a dog named Boo - Kent Lavoie

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Living on a lighted stage

Approaches the unreal

For those who think and feel

In touch with some reality

Beyond the gilded cage

All the worlds indeed a stage

And we are merely players

Performers and portrayers

Each anothers audience

Outside the gilded cage

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Limelight – Rush

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[A certain scene in this was inspired by discussions on another Firefly forum. The one which ended with contemplating Jayne, naked, under a tropical waterfall. Those who like that sort of thing, get your popcorn ready [G]].

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Zoe woke up with a start. This wasn't space and it certainly wasn't Serenity. Heat, dust; and a warm, dark male body tucked against hers which wasn't Wash. She turned and recognised Cliff, then remembered riding him most of last night. She'd been unrelenting, demanding, in receiving her pleasure and Cliff had loved every minute of it. Given as good as he'd got and proved an excellent lover. It had been hot, sweaty, passionate and all kinds of wrong. Cliff was lying there mostly naked apart from the sheet and she had to admit she had good taste in men. Tall, charming, nicely muscled, typical Polynesian chunkiness, small smattering of ebony curls on his chest. A woman could count herself fortunate to have such a sweet, hunky guy in her bed and in love with her. Zoe edged away, fast. She couldn't stay; there was a ship out there and Mal and the others, *that was her home. She threw on her clothes. Cliff's eyes opened.

“You got your memory back.” He knew.

“Yes; sorry.”

“You're leaving me.” There was pain in those chocolate eyes.

Zoe sat on the bed, trying to be matter-of-fact, “Look; it was...you, are great, but...”

Cliff sighed, “It's pretty hard, being beaten by a ghost and a life out there in the stars, eh.”

“It's where I belong.”

He covered her hand with his, “Just say the word and I'll belong there too