For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Beyond the Illicit Passions No; the frightened girl was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the aroma of fresh mulberry pies nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that Simon Cholmondeley, the remarkable masterful tutor who had transformed her from a mere girl into a real woman, had a full life in which he was away again on safari, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one ophidian girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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