ครูฝึกขี่ม้า Julia North ที่เป็นแม่ม่ายชาวยุโรปตะวันออกปลอมๆ

But it was too late; the image was already irrevocably seared into my brain. We started with a kiss, deep and passionate, as I laid myself on top of her, careful to support most—but not quite all—of my own weight. Out of all our cousins, she’d always been my favourite; she was a total tomboy, after growing up on her family’s farm a couple of hours south, and she’d always been way more fun to hang around with than my other girlie-girl cousins. “Maybe if you kiss me some more? I did, too; I’d given myself a little bit of a rest, while they’d been kissing, but I was still quite sensitive, and it felt amazing having her swirling around my crown with her tongue. Dad would still be right up here with a shotgun, if I ever wound up preggers without being married, first!”

“I can think of worse fates,” I murmured, and she gasped and jerked her head up to meet my eyes.