I realize immediately that it is not as I'd hoped. I am notin the lands of my birth. I am in my haven, the eternallate summer world of my sanctuary. I...sit up and stare atthe slopes of my private orchards. I breathe the sweetscent of the vineyard. I am somehow both content and sad.Has that life passed by so quickly?I am the fey maiden, once more. Less luminous, moretangible. I lay nude in the soft grass. I wander down tothe trees, and find a ripe pear. It nearly falls into myhand. A bee buzzes. Then, when she saw the moustache, she had to fight her instinct to giggle because he reminded her of the junior assistant scoutmaster with his French accent and his long pointed tongue that drove her absolutely crazy with excitement each time he went down on her to show her how much he adored her beautiful ass.The restaurant was crowded and Jesse almost panicked because she was certain one of the women at the bar was a schoolteacher acquaintance with the big boobs and the tongue that kept. “I know you told Sandy you had the flu and canceled sewing night, so the girls wouldn't wonder why you didn’t go to aerobics last week. Think you might feel up to it tomorrow?" I asked, adding, "you seem to be over the flu,” with a poor-baby smile.“I was planning on going. I finally called Kristin, Friday, and told her I was feeling better, and no! I didn’t say anything about it to her,” Lori said a little defensively.I reassuringly squeezed her hand. “I’m glad you're feeling better, and I know. ”“That makes sense. So then, what kinds of poses do you have in mind for us today?”“Ones of a more romantic or sensual nature. I figure you’ve both probably started to get tired of the constant focus on arousal and the like. Also, I want to make sure your classmates realize there is more to nude art and the Program than sex.”Emanuel nodded his head. “I know technically our hormones are running kind of wild, but that’s no excuse to reduce each other to a walking sex object.”“My thoughts exactly..