She pulled her left foot free and spread her legs. From where I was positioned I could look right into her sweet little honey pot, and I could almost ...aste the sweet moistness of it. I sat back and watched as she thrust two fingers into herself. She sighed, and her finger came out wet. Then she reached out slowly with her hand and ran her glistening fingertips across my lips. She dipped them again and repeated the move. This time I opened my mouth and sucked the sweetness from her fingers.Then. I was sad. We left and Kennethescorted me back to the hotel. Tomorrow was his last day of leave andthe day after he was off again, so he wanted a good time. He asked if Iwanted to go to the teater with him next evening. And take a walk withhim at noon. He tried to kiss me. I wanted to, but proper girls don'tkiss on the first meeting. Oh no, Kenneth, I said, and then pointed atmy chin. He kissed me there. And then I gave him a very quick kiss onhis mouth. Sleep well, I said. I went to my room,. He stood and she offered her hand, he was gentle not to shake it too firmly. Her skin felt like the finest silk, he looked into her eyes and felt immediately at peace. “Thank you for seeing me at short notice Ms. Savoy, I realise you must be busy.” “It’s Miss.” “Oh, sorry, I thought you be…” “No, not at his precise moment.” Taken aback by her perfunctory tone, he was too tired to turn on the charm and he thought better of it. “I see.” “Please, come though.” Her poise and grace were impeccable. If I hadn't lied to someone all those years ago, all this could have been avoided. So, I blame myself. But I want you to learn something. Everyone starts somewhere. Pretending you are someone you are not keeps others from really knowing you, which in turn keeps you from knowing yourself. Be honest to yourself first. And start now."We all gave out a collective sigh. I think most were happy to have their innocence confirmed. That was certainly how I felt. We all sat there, silently mulling over.