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‘He delights in breaking the hearts of sweet little things that know nothing of love, like you.
    â€˜Let us see... if I were you and you were Rodolfo, how would you kiss me, for example?’ She was smiling broadly, revealing neat white teeth.
    â€˜Kiss you?’ Genevieve started in puzzlement.
    â€˜Yes. Have you ever kissed a man?’ Elise raised Genevieve gently to her feet. She stood about half a head taller and her elegant hands gently brushed Genevieve’s blonde hair behind her neck and over her shoulders.
    Feeling artful fingers squeezing into her soft flesh, Genevieve giggled at the game. ‘You are so dashing, Rodolfo,’ she found herself saying playfully, and to her own surprise she allowed her hands to gently stroke Elise’s hair in return. She tried to imagine Rodolfo standing before her.
    â€˜Kiss me as you would kiss Rodolfo,’ Elise commanded in a determined whisper, and Genevieve closed her eyes and moved her lips gingerly to hers, finding them as soft as petals but as warm as fire.
    â€˜That is how you would kiss a child or a friend good day,’ Elise scolded mockingly, in a hushed voice, then tugged Genevieve’s limp body sharply and tightly to her, her hands like pincers as they clamped on her shoulders, and Genevieve felt her friend’s succulent lips pressed to hers. Elise’s tongue probed into Genevieve’s mouth, and as she held the blonde girl her firm breasts and stiff nipples pressed tightly against her. Genevieve felt her own nipples harden and tingle at the touch, and her heartbeat quickened.
    â€˜That is how he would probably kiss you, my silly darling,’ Elise whispered as she pulled away. Intense warmth had radiated between them, leaving Genevieve glowing, heat and moisture gathering between her thighs.
    â€˜You do not love Rodolfo and he does not love you,’ Elise whispered, her face so close that Genevieve could feel the warmth of her breath. ‘You just think you do.’
    Releasing her grip, Elise traced a circle on the side of one of Genevieve’s thighs and then, with a cruel grin, she pinched her bottom sharply, making the blonde squeal and push Elise away.
    â€˜There is much you must learn in life, my sweetheart,’ Elise laughed softly, withdrawing and slightly narrowing her eyes. ‘But at least you have learned what a proper kiss feels like, and tomorrow you must see something very, very interesting. Something that should put an end to your silly thoughts of dashing Rodolfo.’ Warmth had returned to her eyes, and she pulled Genevieve to her again, kissed her once more, bade her goodnight and left the room.
    Genevieve turned and threw herself on her bed, still feeling the pinch on her bottom as if something had bitten her, but only to intensify the rhythm that had started pulsing between her thighs.
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    When Elise had listened to Genevieve confessing her feelings for the handsome man who dined with the count two months earlier, it was not simply cruelty that inspired her to describe Rodolfo de Agora as a man who could not be content with just one woman. During the dinner she observed with detached amusement as Genevieve’s cheeks turned crimson each time Rodolfo addressed her. Together they would certainly make an attractive couple, she reflected. Sitting opposite the young man, Genevieve looked more delightful than ever. With her long blonde locks, the girl’s blushing face radiated a summery beauty, while the flickering candles on the table brought out the fineness of her cheekbones and the sparkle in her blue eyes. How could a dashing young stag like Rodolfo not lose his heart to such a sweet young doe as Genevieve?
    Something in his manner, however, told her that he did not quite fit the princely role. From the frequency and nature of his glances, it seemed clear that he was charmed by Genevieve’s beauty, but there was also too much confidence and quiet thoughtfulness in his look.