A superstition had grown up that whichever side was eventually responsible for knocking the statue down would lose the war. (So it proved, for the Ger...an artillery finally dislodged the hanging Virgin during their great offensive in the spring of 1918.)They obtained directions to Bouzincourt and set out once more on a little back road that was scarcely more than a cart track. They ground along in low gear with the old Morris's springs complaining all the while. They topped a low rise and. .." -i stand at ur side. ur way taller than me- "its ok. i don't mind at all"You: really? you believe me?- i stare at you in disbeliefStranger: "i hav no reason to think its ur fault..."You: oh my god thank you!-i hug you tightly- at least i can live knowing that someone believed the truthStranger: -i awkwardly hug u back- "lets continue on the tour"You: -i break away looking a little embarrased- oh of coourse yes i apologize where would you like to go next?Stranger: "maybe outside around the. I couldn't find any so I went without them." That doesn't sound like you." Right! Normally I would think that too but I guess I was still cum-addled and not really thinking straight so I just went! Anyways, I get to class and take my regular seat on the second row back from the prof. I don't realize for a while but my skirt had ridden up just enough to not shadow my pussy. I don't know how lewd it looked, but I noticed that the prof spent the entire second half of the lecture sitting at his. She hesitated. We dont have to avoid each other, do we? Alex, were still brother and sister, what else have we been agonizing about? We just wont be lovers for a week, not actively anyway. But I still get a kiss in the morning, okay? My sister looked and seemed happier than she had in months. This was a deep river for us to cross, but I thought things would be all right, now that we had decided to blow up the log jam. It was a long week . . . like trudging across a desert, even though you know.