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of the rumor mill but stayed just to steal
inadequate glances of Crimson. A young man’s romance reveled in his
mind. ‘ What do her lips taste like? How would she feel in his
arms? Only her laugh is more intoxicating than her smile. ’ He
found Crimson’s every movement, her every action provocative and
sensual. The conversation rolling off her tongue, over her ruby
lips, her opinions, everything she did inspired his longing stares.
He couldn’t look away and found her quick glances in his direction
flirtatious and inviting. Enamored, she was the smoky mist that
drifted as cloudscapes in his emotions. She was the softness of
clouds in his vibrant blue world.
    During the following spring, they snuck their
first kiss in the unfinished Baroque garden in the courtyard behind
the palace. There was heat in their kiss, and Viktor supposed that
if the snow weren’t already melting, they would have certainly
melted it. When their lips parted Viktor was immediately
captivated, and he couldn’t remember a day that he didn’t think of
Crimson, or a night that he didn’t fall asleep dreaming of her.
Even when he trekked out to the countryside alone, everything
seemed to remind him of her. Crimson had stolen his heart; he had
no hope of ever getting it back.
    One evening, during a loud and raucous party
thrown by the young king, he and Crimson followed an imbibed
chambermaid and soldier into the garden behind the palace. They hid
behind a hedgerow and watched the new lovers under the moonlit sky.
The two lovers giggled and teased each other until their flesh
glowed with each playful touch.
    “Do you see them, Viktor?”
    “Yes.”
    “Isn’t it amazing?”
    “We shouldn’t be watching, Crimson.”
    Crimson was enthralled as she watched the
soldier lay flat on the ground. The chambermaid straddled, and then
kissed him. The collar of her dress was pulled to her elbows
exposing her breasts and they gleamed under the moon’s light. Her
nipples stood erect and carried the moisture of the soldier’s wet
mouth and they kissed, deep kisses, his tongue slipped through her
tender lips to find hers. She moved to his side and lowered his
pants, and pleased the soldier with her hands and mouth. Crimson,
as she watched them, wondered what a man tasted like, what he felt
like on the chambermaids tongue. Was it like a wet French kiss,
exhilarating and seductive? Crimson smiled, knowing the woman had
complete control over the soldier.
    Viktor was silent and motionless as he
watched the couple, but he noticed Crimson drew on heavy breaths.
Crimson reached out and squeezed Viktor’s hand. She guided it to
her chest and pressed it against her cleavage.
    “Do you feel the rapid thud of my heart?”
Crimson asked.
    Viktor was too timid and pulled away. He
snuck down the hedgerow back toward the palace.
    Crimson stayed behind and watched the two
lovers. Something about the encounter appealed to her deepest
liking. Something awakened inside her as she watched the entangled
bodies and studied the strength of the soldier’s thrusts. She
listened to the lover’s passion-indebted moans. Crimson lost her
breath when the chambermaid fell onto the soldier in what appeared
to be a peaceful death. Then she smiled as the chambermaid giggled
and kissed the soldier’s collarbone. They were whispering to one
another and Crimson wanted to hear what they were saying. “What
could they be saying to one another after what she just witnessed?”
It had to be something about heaven, something about how close they
were to it.
    Since their introduction, Viktor and Crimson
were inseparable. They spent most of their time together, often
sneaking away to steal kisses, and their relationship deepened.
Crimson loved the clandestine meetings.  The kisses were
exciting because she didn’t know where they might lead, how far
they would go.
    Several months later, it started with a kiss,
and then his hands roamed. Soon Viktor found the natural courage of
a man, and he