The bread smelled good, warm and yeasty. Jennifer noticed just a few twinges today but mostly her muscles were getting used to this work. The time in meditation while kneading the dough was pleasant. The breeze that blew through the baking tent was sweet. The back wall of the structure, with the little window was beautiful with colorful pottery and jars. No human sounds marred the time of meditation.<br/><br/>Jennifer sent positive energy to her mother and hoped she would be okay until Jenn arrived to help her.<br/><br/>When time for the noon meal came, Rachel inquired,<br/>"Have you found your satisfaction with Max?"<br/><br/>Jennifer blushed,<br/>"What do you mean?"<br/><br/>Rachel shook her head. "If you have to ask, you haven't. Tonight at inspiration, you will learn more of connecting to your inner goddess." The woman moved closer to Jennifer, moving a lock of her black hair from her shoulder. "Sometimes, women are closer to the Goddess. We will help you."<br/><br/>Grant from the music building stuck his head in the baking tent.<br/>"Rachel, I can't find Olivia Desert Rose anywhere, but I think someone needs to call security. I was out walking along our perimeter and found a dead half eaten carcass of a deer. I think coyotes are maurading again."