Her hair curled in soft ringlets down her back, her crinoline dress tight at her waist holding her upright, the miles of fabric below spread out on the soft green grass as she sits lost in her thoughts. Her breasts raise and fall softly as she breaths, her cheeks rosy and flushed as her mind wonders to him, the Man who boldly walked up to her at the ball and without even knowing him or saying a word and in front of everyone there. Not caring who saw, his hand lifted and slid behind her neck, he pulled gently and her head fell back, her eyes looked inside his soul, he smiled gently and leaned towards her almost in slow motion, he captured her lips for a second in time and she was lost....