Oh... Oh goodness... He was pulling her to him, he then kissed her. She was stiff at first, wanting very much to be good and fight the feelings that stirred within her. But she soon melted against him, meeting his kiss with her own. Oh, but what was she doing? Harold... What about Harold? He would want her to move on... right? Her legs weakened beneath her. She felt languid, almost sleepy from his drug-like kiss. For a moment, she forgot everything but Fred and all was right with the world... And then reality came to her and she pulled her face back.

"What if somebody sees?" she choked out, but not out of disgust if the dazed look on her face had anything to say. Bugger on them, she thought. "Oh, bugger on them," she repeated out loud and kissed him again.