There was still the matter of her panties. But that was easily corrected."Now, now, you're under a lot of stress. It must be difficult, trying to rais... Inga in a dangerous world." I kept rubbing her back, as I placed my other hand on her knee, cautiously.Stephanie's breathing was jagged. "I want so much for her."I wanted Inga so much, but no chance with Stephanie around. "You're doing a fine job. Maybe you need something." I ran my fingertips up and down her thigh. Her legs were pressed firmly. Faint ochre symbols had once been painted across the ancient canvas.The flute had bent at her gentle touch. It looked as if it had been carved from a bone. Perhaps it was bird’s bone. The flute was incredibly thin walled. She tested it, picking it up as carefully as possible, and fingered the holes. Her eyes were drawn to the symbols.They must be notes but were indecipherable to her. Ellen placed her lips to the flute and blew a soft breath. A high, brief whistle sounded. She set it next to the. Breathing slowly, my body begins to take on its normal state of rest. Though my hands shake slightly, I pick up the blue dress. Standing, my heavy passion filled arms lift the dress and slip it over my body. Hands that don’t seem as if they are mine slide down my frame and smooth out the wrinkles. As expected, the dress fitted to me as it was made to order. I pulled out it from my body again and dressed myself again with my jeans and t-shirt. No need to write that I was not wearing bra and. They had enjoyed their holiday, too. The four of us got ready for our classes that would start in the morning.This winter quarter was a slow drag. At least this time, our schedules meshed better and we had more time together. We wouldn’t be traveling for a couple of weeks and all four of us went into our Sunday school though Paul would be teaching this morning. As usual, the hormones were in full flower. It was an enjoyable group and Julian seemed to be completely included as part of the group..