part two ... III. THE HISTORY OF INNOCENCE ... page 98

Beeswax and vinegar, and the subtle scent of perspiration from Jenna's freshly scrubbed body. Dirty clean. The traces of her earthy aroma evoked memories of their previous night of passion, the embers of which were once again inflamed by how pretty she looked in her plainly-patterned country-style dress. Yes, he was much healthier. He felt a growing desire to make love with her again. It would be up to Jenna, he decided, to have the discretion to leave before anything developed.

The sound of fireworks exploded in the distance. As excited as a child, Jenna jumped out of her chair and rushed to the window, hurriedly motioning for Jurgen to join her. Her expression of joy was truly contagious, "Come on ... come here ... look ... look!" They squeezed together in the window frame to watch thin streamers of coloured light etch traces across the sky. A brilliant red flower unfolded, remained briefly suspended, then faded into the night. "Oooh!" Jenna had softly exclaimed. She reached out and embraced him. Jurgen in turn, took her in his arms. For a moment they gazed into each other's eyes; her twinkling eyes, her rosy cheeks, her face beaming with a smile. Then he bent down to kiss her; a lingering kiss, her full soft lips were wet and warm. Holding her tightly, the firmness of his growing erection plunged into the softness of her belly.