‘These people are magicians!’ exclaimed Pine Marten with wonder at the painted murals of hunters pursuing horse and elk. ‘Now you see why they�...re called Cave Painters by the southern tribes,’ said Glade. She was pleased to see familiar signs of Cave Painter culture and was sure now that the villagers would conform to the moral codes and practice of the tribe. The Cave Painters greeted Glade and her fellow captives more with indifference than anything resembling friendliness, although there was. ” “You didn’t?” She sat forward and stretched, and I worked the crick out of my shoulder. “Na, sleeping would have meant taking my eyes off you.” She looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a seductive smile. “You know, Johnny, I had no idea I had you so whipped.” I sat forward, put my arms round her and found her lips with mine. Kissing her set off a wonderful flutter in my stomach. I couldn’t wait to get her to the chalet. “Don’t you tease me, talking about whips,” I whispered against her. Would I get an erection? Panic and delerious happiness mingled in my mind as I was beginning to grow very fond of this new organ of mysterious origins. I awoke abruptly and was rudely ripped from this beautiful dream by Lily shaking me gently. I looked up at that lovely face and smiled, my initial anger fading quickly. "You were thrashing around," she said and stroking my face. "I had the strangest dream," I said. "I'll bet you kept saying My cock..my cock...over and over." I laughed and. ’ She really laughed at that and said, ‘John, I know you can talk. I’ve been listening to you. I was just teasing.’ She continued, ‘I’ve promised to dance with some of the other guys. Maybe I can catch up with you later.’ Her eyes gave me one last smile and she turned and walked away. I couldn’t help it. For the next two hours I kept looking for her, and when I saw her, I stared. She was by far the most beautiful girl I had met since going to college. One time she caught me staring, I quickly.