I turned your head toward the sounds but couldn’t see anything. Meanwhile those delicious hands were tracing along the side of my body. There was no... rush, no sound, just the hands as they slowly slide lower and lower. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but excited too. I had talked of this with my husband, but never dreamed he would make it come true for me. Now the hands were tracing around the waistband of my panties, across my stomach. I can feel every hair on my body stand up as they drifted. "We had planned to wait until spring before starting on the fortress, but with the last aborted attack, Jeff – and I certainly agree with him – has decided to pay the extra fees and get the work started ASAP. They will probably erect tents over the area to thwart the cold where they're working, just as we did at Martha's Restaurant." This, of course, is going to open us up to the danger of our enemies sneaking in as part of the construction group. We'll have to be doubly cautious while this is. I am grateful. And we will continue. But for now, you are dismissed.With deft movements, she releases the collar and as she does so, a crushing sense of disappointment seizes me. To be freed from the collar is not liberation. I feel it as a rejection.She hands me the collar, the crop, and the key to the trunk, brisk now.“Put these back in the trunk and get dressed.”She rises, smoothing her skirt, and adjusting her hair.As I dress she goes to a drawer and takes a folder from it. I know what it. She could detect none, not the slightest bubble or crack. It was perfect!She held it high above her for all to see."It speaks to me, like the first cry of a baby's breath. The Rod of Aphrodite is Born, IT IS ALIVE!" She said.This time there was no restraining the cry of joy that emerged from the lips of the three-hundred assembled. There were gasps, cheers and sighs from all. Tears flowed like fountains from every eye.Jane held up her hand and the congregations fell silent once more."Let us set.