I looked at Steve outof the corner of my eye and he caught me. His hand reached out andlanded on my thigh and gave it first a small squeeze and then ...slowlystarting circling his fingers on top of it.We arrived at the port and as we started up the gang blank, I rememberedwhat had happened when we had disembarked, I hoped that I wouldn't runinto that problem again. I took the back pack off, set it on thescanner belt, stepped through the metal detector, and tapped my Key tothe World card and went. She looked at the clock, yes, there would be just enough time. She wentand took a shower, and was surprised to find herself moved to pleasureher self again as the warm water cascaded over her. She emerged from thedryer and patted herself with a towel leaving herself slightly damp. Sheput on her favorite robe, a short silky one that only came to mid thighand left quite a bit of cleavage to see when belted tightly, it clung toher damp body like a second skin.It would only be minutes now until her. Normally, the late-night rain was welcome because it cooled things off, but, although it did cool the temperature down, it was a bit different this time. There was a puff of air as the wind shifted direction, and that puff of air was a lot cooler than anything he had felt in the cave to date.I need to get that wall finished and the hides hung over it. Winter can’t be far off. Shit. The storm must have come from the mountains, he thought as he pulled a hide over Junior and himself. In moments,. "My prize pupil," he said, squeezing my shoulder lightly. Then there was a crack of lightning, and I shivered. "Some storm," Mr. Trombley said, and he stroked my shoulder. "Let's hear that skittery part one more time. Make it skip. Make it dance. Make it sing. Yes. That's it! Yes."His enthusiasm should have made me feel wonderful. Triumphant. Excited. Sublime. But all I felt was miserable. I was going to let him down. I opened my mouth one last time to ask him, but nothing came out. I felt.