"Perhaps it would be better if I showed you..." He trailed off, drawing close to her and holding her chin, pressed his lips to hers in a slow sensual ...ovement. She made no response at first but soon pressed back nervously. He nipped gently at her full bottom lip and soothed it with a slow teasing swipe of his tongue before pushing questioningly with the muscle against her mouth. Feeling it open beneath the pressure, he slipped his tongue in, tasting her indescribable flavour. Her tongue flicked. Just weeks earlier, the Tsar of Russia had abdicated and a democratic government had been formed, but it was precariously perched in power, and Russia’s continued involvement in the war was uncertain. My good friend Sergei Hoffman had been called back to Russia, and he had reluctantly gone home. We had enjoyed a farewell dinner at Marcel’s the night before he departed, and he wished Madeleine and I good luck. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I would never see my friend again. We heard from. Rachel took my hand in hers. I must have been out for a while, I was catheterized, and the cut in Rachel’s hand was completely healed. She leaned over and kissed me. “How’d you get your Mom and sister….?” “I told my Mom about Dad abusing me. The ambush was her idea,” Rachel said. “Reese insisted on being a part, mostly because she didn’t want Mom to send her somewhere that Dad could maybe get at her if we failed.” “Lorne?” I inquired. “He wanted me,” Rachel said. “So he agreed to give you to. "I assigned each of the good riders an exercise. Then, I said, "Who wants to do which exercise?" The girls split up in groups with the three lead girls."Now, you lead girls. Your job is not to show your group how good you are. Your job is to make them as good as you are. If you need help, let me know."The rest of the class went fast and well. None of the lead girls was any good at teaching, but they really tried. When they got in a hole, they would call me and I would help them out. That way, I.