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released me and led me back to the cottage. He gave me cool water and washed my brow. I felt stupid for almost fainting. The climate must really be getting to me. I wanted more of that kiss— a lot more.
    “ I should take you home,” he said, “You are weak and unready.”
    “ No, I’m fine,” I said, not knowing what he was talking about and not caring. I knew I wanted him. I was ready for that much.
    “ I will collect you tomorrow. You will be stronger then.”

Chapter Five
    “What happened to you all afternoon,” Kat asked as soon as I walked through the front door.
    “ I was at Alexi’s vineyards. We had lunch.”
    “ Do you really think you should be getting involved with someone like that? You’re a long way from home,” said Sarah.
    “ Am I really hearing this from you two? You sound like my mother. Did you guys make some chastity pledge or something?”
    “ Geez Julia. It’s just, men like that can be dangerous. You're American, you don’t know very much about what it’s like out here. It’s like the Wild West,” said Kat.
    That was the second time I ’d heard reference to the Old West in two days. I was beginning to think Europeans didn’t know very much about America. The questions died down as we ate our meager dinner.
    Kat and Sarah had both seen of Alexi; they knew exactly how hot he was. I’m sure both of them would do exactly the same thing in my position. I didn’t know them very well, but they didn’t seem like total prudes or anything. In fact, they seemed like the kind of girls who had one nighters. So what were they getting all up in my business about Alexi for? Where they jealous? Who knows? Who cares?
    I could feel myself longing for him. He had some kind of spell over me. It didn’t matter that I’d only known him for two days; it didn’t matter that I never kissed on a first date. It didn’t matter that I was in this strange Eastern Bloc country were people disappeared without a trace on a regular basis, and the whole government and economic systems were run by gangsters. None of that mattered to me one bit. I was becoming a different kind of woman, the kind of woman I always imagined myself to be, the kind of woman who took risks, and he was a key part of my transformation.
    That night, I l aid on my cot; I fell asleep thinking of the feeling of his lips against mine, the feeling of desire that had awakened in me like a sleeping lion. Where had that been all my life? I’d had sex before, plenty. It wasn’t like I was a virgin, but no guy had ever made me feel like that, even in the throes of orgasm. And this man, this strange man, made me feel something so huge, so unknown and dark, so deep from within, with just one kiss. I sighed, thinking about him, and fell into a deep sleep.
    In my dreams, he looked down at me as I sat below him in a chair. My hands were tied behind my back, my breasts exposed, my legs wide open under a short skirt. I was waiting for him to command me, to teach me about myself and uncover my deepest desires. Hot wax dripped from a blood-red candle onto my sharply erect nipple. Pain and pleasure surged through my body. In the dream he came towards me, but I shot up in my bed breaking from the fantasy. I could feel myself still throbbing inside my panties. I moaned under my breath, and laid back down. What the heck was that?
    In the mor ning, he arrived again at 10 am. When I saw him, the trance state washed over me so quickly I almost fell down before I opened the door. This time, the trance was coupled with a new feeling of dark, forbidden arousal. The newly awakened lion inside me burst through the door and pounced on the back of his motorcycle. I was wearing a short dress, and it flew up around my thighs as we rode. I could feel the rumble of the motorcycle under my pussy as I clung to his back, and I inhaled the deep spicy scent of his skin.
    He drove to downtown Odessa, showing me the tourist sites. It was so very different from the