“No,” Mr. Kemp repeated. “You should not have done such a thing.” He moved slightly closer. “I should have.”
If my kiss had been only slightly more than a peck, then Mr. Kemp"s was something far more substantial, and far longer lasting. Without touching any part of me other than my mouth, he bent over me and kissed me soundly. I did not resist, my dears, for I wanted nothing else and nobody else. I had felt the first pangs of love before our loch voyage, but now it was confirmed. It deepened and strengthened during those few moments, or was it an hour or an eternity?
Some things are timeless, my dears, and some memories deserve to last forever, and that kiss was one such. Although only our lips met, it was as if our souls merged together and we were indeed one, although there was nothing
