"I touched her under the chin with a fingertip and lifted her face up."You're very nice to look at." I touched my lips to hers gently, "Very nice inde...d."It had been intended as just a friendly kiss, but before I realized what was happening, her lips parted, her arms went up around my neck and we were kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth dueling with mine, her breath was sweet, her perfume intoxicating and she was making little whimpering noises in the back of her throat."I want to go home with. It was strange. Usually I woke on the first day of the year with a hang over. For the past decade I had started my year trying to coax a hard on out of my now departed husband, this year I had tiptoed to the shower leaving Scarlett and James snoring gently in the wreckage of my bed. The absence of drink-related pain was novel and I was almost chirpy when I made it home and was able at last to ease my bottom off the saddle. I heard the sound of conversation in the kitchen as I shivered my way. "I must get back to my shopping." I withdrew slowly.I offered her my hand, pulled her from the bench and we ended up face to face, lips and noses almost touching. I could feel her hard breasts on my ribs as she looked up at me, and I am sure she could feel my swollen horn at her navel. "Tonight," I said, and we parted.It was well after midnight when a small flame flickered to life in the corner window of the second floor. I vaulted the low fence, dragged myself up the drainpipe, scurried across. "It's for protection child." An old woman with a gentle face entered theclearing. Dressed in greens and reds her clothes were like many of theolder residents of Skogshaven whose relatives came over from Scandinavia.For some time I had felt a presence watching us but I knew we were in nodanger.Abigail quickly rose from the ground and brushed herself off. "Oh hello,my name is Abigail and this is Morgan."?"I am Sabina." She gave Abigail a warm smile before almost coming downinto a curtsy in front.