You must be suppressing your love for me for one reason or another.” I said putting her on the defensive. Sam just looked at me. “I know, I know, ...hat there is something in you that feels the same way I do, and you are stopping it from coming to fruition for some reason, possibly subconsciously. There is no way that you don’t have this to.” I said, accusingly, but increasingly moving toward somber. How can she say that, she has to be suppressing her feelings. “Holly…I don’t think we can do this. And actually it's quite nice!His soft lips mashed against mine, and I didn't want it to stop. So Iwrapped one arm around his neck, and placed the other on the back of hishead, holding to my face.The kiss became firmer, and using his lips he forced mine further open.What was that? His tongue, tasting my lips.I melted against him as he held me closer.My thoughts were a mish mash of conflicts: Oh God this is great! I feel sosexy! What am I doing? What is that I can feel against me... I knew. I couldn't pay a single bit of attention on the lesson. I was so afraid you were in trouble. Does she know...about...?”I shook my head. “She just wanted to lecture me on the proprieties of the school. Apparently, Nurse Paige deflowers the girls who still possess a maidenhead. It's a medical procedure.”“Right.” Tabitha giggled. “The horny nurse just has a letch for pricking maidenheads.”“It is a delicious treat,” I blushed. I had pricked two maidenheads, Tabitha's and another girl's who lived on. Rhykov observed that John had taken to the little customs of the mess. He'd done his best to blend in with the crew in most respects. And that without knowing a word of Russian. The man was remarkable!"She is afraid, perhaps, of what happens when we get to Russia?" Rhykov suggested."I think so. She thinks she'll be arrested and put in prison. And, I think, she misses home." Ah, I can understand her homesickness. It is a hard thing to be separated from all you've ever known. But you must tell.