Red shook her head and moved to another stall, quickly and unabashedly removing her own clothes.

Jane completely forgot about the three people that she had just seen have sex. Her eyes were completely glued on Red. The woman was physically perfect . . . as flawless as a valuable gem. Every muscle was perfectly formed and toned, her hips and breasts perfectly full and her waist slim and taut. Red's skin was pale but beautiful, and it contrasted with the flaming red of her hair. Even the white streak in Red's beautiful locks added to the woman's almost unholy beauty. And Jane noticed that as the three other inhabitants of the showers got dressed, Red stole a couple of glances. Not at Nathaniel and not at Michael . . . Red was looking at Anya, and it wasn't a very casual Look.

Red began to shower, and Jane couldn't divert her gaze. She watched as Red soaped over that magnificent body, and Jane began to feel a tingle down in her nether regions. It was something she had never felt before. Jane began to panic a bit. She slowly turned off the water and dried off, trying to stay as quiet as possible. She slipped into a snug pair of blue jeans and a sleeveless pink shirt and a pair of flip-flops. It wasn't glamorous, but it was comfortable.

She slowly tried to creep along the wall without being noticed. Her eyes remained fixed on Red's nicely rounded backside when suddenly, Red turned. For a moment, the two women stared at each other. Red stepped forward.

“Hey, I wanted to Jane took off running, almost slipping on the wet floor as she bolted through the door.

"What did I do?" Red asked to an empty room.

Jane had found a corner and was trying to comb out her hair wishing that she had been able to find a bottle of detangler when Talia found her.

“What's up? You're looking MUCH better," Talia said, genuinely meaning it. The young woman had some color back in her cheeks, and Talia finally realized just how very pretty Jane really was. While holding her position, she asked, "Would you like some help with that?

I've never seen anyone with hair as long as yours."

Jane bit her bottom lip, then nodded. Talia grabbed a chair and sat behind her young charge, taking the comb and working through over a week's worth of tangles and split-ends.

"Your hair is gorgeous," Talia muttered.

"I'd kill for hair like this... not literally of course. How long have you been growing it?"

Jane was feeling incredibly relaxed, except for the lingering tingle she had felt when she had seen Red in showers.

"All my life," she said softly. What Talia was doing was incredibly soothing for her, and Jane felt her muscles relax for the first time in a very long time.

Talia realized that this was as close as Jane had let anyone get.

Even after she had finished combing out Jane's hair, she kept stroking those long, incredibly soft locks.

“Jane, I'm really glad you talked to me yesterday. I can't imagine how hard it is for you to open up. But while I want you to know you can talk to me whenever you want about whatever you want, you can also talk to the others."

Jane was feeling too good to argue at the moment.

"My mother back before Dad died . . . she used to do what you're doing."

"I'd be happy to do it whenever you want. When it's dry, I could even be talked into braiding it." Talia stroked the young woman's forehead.

“Listen, I'm going to say something and I don't want you to get upset, and I know this is sounding a bit like a broken record.

It's about Red . . .”

Jane's heart began to accelerate, but she strove to keep her cool.

“Red can be a bit pig-headed and about as delicate as a freight train, but she doesn't hate you. Arthur told me about what happened earlier, and I think Red was going to apologize. It only happens once every blue moon, so I'd really appreciate it if you gave her a chance."