Those two short kisses seemed so close, yet so long ago, like the past viewed through a microscope. I wanted desperately to touch him again, scared of...him, scared of myself. Why was it so easy to give in with Maxie when I had fought these feeling so many times before? The oxygen between us was warm and wet with a recycled texture to it. One of us was going to have to break away. It was Maxie."I have to help mum get ready." OK." Dress for dinner." Yes." I stood at my gate and watched Maxie walk. " She shook her head at the memory. "How didyou meet Ariel?"Linda swallowed and she frowned slightly, showing that she needed to buildup the nerve to tell Heather about herself."She and I were in Nuclear Training together and we worked on severalclass projects. We were just friends. I was married at the time. Myhusband and I were both in the Navy, the same as Ariel."She paused for a moment, troubled at the recall."We'd only been married for a year when I discovered that my husbandwasn't. When we began kissing I drew him down on the couch and we lay facing each other. We kissed a long time and then to my horror I pushed my hips forward so my private place pushed against his. I could feel the hardness in his pants pressing against my clitoris and the feeling was so fantastic. He responded by pushing his hips forward as well so that his hardness press right in between my legs. We kept on doing it for a long time till I felt an orgasm approach. I felt embarrassed and kept very. I could now see that every painting would be a new task, requiring adjustment every time. As I cogitated, I spotted Miss Frobisher striding down the corridor in my direction, so I stood up to acknowledge her presence. As she reached me, she swung her arm round to slap me, but I took a step back so that she missed. I whipped my own arm up and grabbed her wrist as she regained her stance.“May I assist, Miss Frobisher? You seemed off balance there.”“You ... you ... beast!” she spat out.“My dear.