Chapter Six
During the course of the next week I could not prevent myself from playing the coquette with the Count on occasion. One evening, when he passed me in the corridor and there was no one else around, he asked politely if he might kiss me again. I omitted to say that the Count was an excellent kisser, his kisses both firm yet tender, sensuous yet urgent. I was ready for more, and I said that he might embrace me again, but only for one minute, and that he might not put his hands anywhere intimate upon my person. He respected these conditions, but the intensity of his kisses nearly caused me to swoon in his arms. I wished for a moment I had not resolved to make him wait.
I pause for a moment to consider the possibility that some of my readers are surprised and even shocked by such
