The two birlinns, loaded with men and arms, eased out into calm waters, the windless air offering no assistance to them. The oars plied through the wa...er, the bow splitting it into curling froths, as they left Ballachulish and made their way out of Loch Leven towards Loch Linnhe. The dark waters held little contrast to the slate sky, as the two birlinns made their way through the narrows. MacRae turned to look at the remains of the birlinn, now since stripped of anything of use. The wood had. No one had spoken, certainly not to her. She’d never seen a room of women so silent.The food proved simple but ample, though it tasted like ashes in Brigit’s mouth. All she could think about was her stupidity. She’d been not only dumb, but arrogant. Against good advice, she’d trusted Omar. She’d put him and her desire for adventure above her parents, and she’d ignored the cautionary statements of her own government when she agreed to travel to this godforsaken part of the world. Now she might. Moira made congratulatory noises which actually made him smile.With some reluctance Moira rang her mother's specialist on Monday and told him the situation.The specialist reiterated the need for constant supervision and how wearing it would be on her, even the couple of months Mr Anstruther had warned of."At the moment," he went on, "there's not a queue for your mother's room so I'll keep her in for now although when the time comes I may need you to react promptly." Of course and thank you very. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or my boredom with a pure reputation, but I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. I thought it was going to be a short kiss, but Sanjana surprised me by putting her hand on the back of my head and slipping her tongue in my mouth. I found myself enjoying the softness of her lips and tongue on mine and started to respond heavily. Before long, it was a full-blown make out session, which the guys were thoroughly enjoying. My shyness was completely gone.