And Those Who Trespass Against Us by Helen M MacPherson Page A
Authors: Helen M MacPherson
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leg toward her, in turn revealing Catriona. Bending down, she kissed the soft flesh between Catriona's thighs.
Catriona felt like she was about to explode. It felt like the lower half of her body had physically disassociated from the rest of itself. Adele softly nipped the inside of her legs. Catriona clenched the blanket to stop herself from screaming out Adele's name. Adele's tongue played on a fold of skin no one, except for herself, had ever touched. Adele parted the folds with her tongue, as if she were searching for something special. Catriona moaned. Adele had found the centre of her being.
Letting go of the blanket, Catriona placed her hands on Adele's head and arched her hips toward her mouth. A bright light pierced the inside of her eyelids and time stood still. Then, in an eruption of pleasure, she thrust her hips until she could raise them no more.
Adele moved back up, placing her body next to Catriona's. Leaning across, Adele kissed her on the lips and Catriona tasted what could only be herself. Catriona wrapped her arms and legs around Adele. "I love you. I've never felt like this, and I love you for making me feel this way." Catriona held Adele tightly in her arms. "Please don't ever leave me. I don't know if I could ever love or feel the same way again."
THE ROMANTIC INTERLUDE between the two proved to be memorable yet brief. For six months, both managed to lead the dual lives of governess and student and lovers. Unfortunately, during a period when her father and Alexander were away on business and her mother was supposed to be at afternoon tea, Elizabeth Pelham discovered them. Despite her pleas of love for Adele, her mother gave Adele her notice without reference. Her mother refused to speak to Catriona, instead sending her to her room. On top of Adele's abrupt departure and her exile, her mother had forced Catriona to sit through hour after hour of discussion with Father Cleary. All Catriona knew was that because of the bigotry of her mother, she'd lost the one person she loved. After politely thanking Father Cleary for his words regarding the sanctity of marriage, she told him the same thing she had told her mother. She would never marry merely to satisfy the social requirements of a female living in the Australian countryside.
CATRIONA HAD NEVER again met another lover. Yet she remained resolute. She knew what she wanted. Unfortunately, in a town the size of hers, celibacy wasn't so much a choice as a way of life . Yet, surprisingly, after such a long period of time she'd again found someone. Ironically though, she couldn't have directed her feelings toward a more non-receptive person--a nun.
She thought maybe the best option was to introduce Katherine to one of the town's matriarchs, and see her nicely settled in a well-to-do family.
Catriona shuddered at such an option. She believed Katherine had so much to offer. And her ability to speak her mind--living with those old prunes would see that taken from her. She silently snorted. She'd be nothing more that a confidant to the daughters of landowners and wealthy families. Yet despite Catriona's justification regarding why Katherine should remain at the homestead, the main one was still left unspoken. Catriona had again found someone she liked too much.
Chapter Four
KATHERINE WATCHED THE parties of three and four men move among the rubble where homes and stores once stood. Workmen, already dusty from the day's exertions, divided items into a heap of what could be used again, and put in the back of a cart an ever-increasing pile of what was no longer useful.
"At least the town looks a bit better than what it did yesterday," Katherine said to Catriona.
"It does, but there's so much still to do." Catriona waved to the men who called to her. "I expect it will be a while until some of these people are back on their feet, if at all."
What a strange way for men to greet a woman, Katherine thought. They didn't tip their hats or the use of the word
Catriona felt like she was about to explode. It felt like the lower half of her body had physically disassociated from the rest of itself. Adele softly nipped the inside of her legs. Catriona clenched the blanket to stop herself from screaming out Adele's name. Adele's tongue played on a fold of skin no one, except for herself, had ever touched. Adele parted the folds with her tongue, as if she were searching for something special. Catriona moaned. Adele had found the centre of her being.
Letting go of the blanket, Catriona placed her hands on Adele's head and arched her hips toward her mouth. A bright light pierced the inside of her eyelids and time stood still. Then, in an eruption of pleasure, she thrust her hips until she could raise them no more.
Adele moved back up, placing her body next to Catriona's. Leaning across, Adele kissed her on the lips and Catriona tasted what could only be herself. Catriona wrapped her arms and legs around Adele. "I love you. I've never felt like this, and I love you for making me feel this way." Catriona held Adele tightly in her arms. "Please don't ever leave me. I don't know if I could ever love or feel the same way again."
THE ROMANTIC INTERLUDE between the two proved to be memorable yet brief. For six months, both managed to lead the dual lives of governess and student and lovers. Unfortunately, during a period when her father and Alexander were away on business and her mother was supposed to be at afternoon tea, Elizabeth Pelham discovered them. Despite her pleas of love for Adele, her mother gave Adele her notice without reference. Her mother refused to speak to Catriona, instead sending her to her room. On top of Adele's abrupt departure and her exile, her mother had forced Catriona to sit through hour after hour of discussion with Father Cleary. All Catriona knew was that because of the bigotry of her mother, she'd lost the one person she loved. After politely thanking Father Cleary for his words regarding the sanctity of marriage, she told him the same thing she had told her mother. She would never marry merely to satisfy the social requirements of a female living in the Australian countryside.
CATRIONA HAD NEVER again met another lover. Yet she remained resolute. She knew what she wanted. Unfortunately, in a town the size of hers, celibacy wasn't so much a choice as a way of life . Yet, surprisingly, after such a long period of time she'd again found someone. Ironically though, she couldn't have directed her feelings toward a more non-receptive person--a nun.
She thought maybe the best option was to introduce Katherine to one of the town's matriarchs, and see her nicely settled in a well-to-do family.
Catriona shuddered at such an option. She believed Katherine had so much to offer. And her ability to speak her mind--living with those old prunes would see that taken from her. She silently snorted. She'd be nothing more that a confidant to the daughters of landowners and wealthy families. Yet despite Catriona's justification regarding why Katherine should remain at the homestead, the main one was still left unspoken. Catriona had again found someone she liked too much.
Chapter Four
KATHERINE WATCHED THE parties of three and four men move among the rubble where homes and stores once stood. Workmen, already dusty from the day's exertions, divided items into a heap of what could be used again, and put in the back of a cart an ever-increasing pile of what was no longer useful.
"At least the town looks a bit better than what it did yesterday," Katherine said to Catriona.
"It does, but there's so much still to do." Catriona waved to the men who called to her. "I expect it will be a while until some of these people are back on their feet, if at all."
What a strange way for men to greet a woman, Katherine thought. They didn't tip their hats or the use of the word
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