This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup...breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead. He spoke with several of the hands about the day’s work and asked a stockman for two of the horses to be saddled.“No chance, eh?” dad asked.“Sorry, no. But she wouldn’t be right, anyway.”“Mmmm. Any idea what’s in store in Canberra?”“Not really. Largely ants. But I’ve discovered that the CSIRO can be unpredictable. How’s the band?”“They’re good. No one in jail since you were here a few months back. No one’s died. One baby – a boy – born.”“I’d like to see Jacky, but mum said he’s not around.”“Ask. On ... go ... boree...”“Du ... eh ... turb ... onk ... uh ... gol ... amber...”“Dun ... ehturb ... eh ... monk ... weh ... uh ... gold ... amborin...”“Don’t ... ehturb ... the ... monkee ... with ... uh ... gold ... uh ... tambourine...”“Don’t disturb the monkey with the golden tambourine.”Gene in the now shot upright, eyes wide and straining. “Jesus Christ! I know how to unlock what Tamara knows!”Holly stared at his face, as serious an expression as he’d ever seen from her.Behind her, Gene saw. Sister Magdalena told him he would have to remember the psalm by heart.He was required to write it down by hand a hundred times every week andbring it to church for her to review.There would be many more psalms for him to memorize over the coming weeksand months, and he would learn to recite them all by heart in any orderat any time asked. That way they would slowly replace all the sinfulthoughts in his mind. She, and she alone would be the judge if he wasready to be relieved of his modesty.