Again, it is very late, and all my room-mates are sleeping. I have my candle and my diary, and I am the happiest girl in Scotland. Angus loves me, he told me so a dozen times today.
I met him at usual in the little tea shop and he took me to a little inn some distance away from Thurso. He took me in for a wonderful lunch. I couldn’t help but wonder what my Mam would have thought of such a place. I could not tell you what we ate, it’s all a blur. When the waiter brought us a bottle of champagne Angus said it was just the thing to finish off such a grand meal. He coaxed me to drink it, and it tickled my nose. I have never had such a delicious drink, and had two glasses before I began to feel dizzy and light-headed. “Poor wee lassie, you need to lay down,” was the last thing I remember.
I must have slept for a little while, for when I woke up it was afternoon, and I was laying on a bed. Angus was laying beside me, and his arms were around me. “I am in love with you, Jean,” he said, and kissed me. Then he sang “My love is like a red, red rose, that surely blooms in spring.”
I was absolutely powerless to move. He made wonderful love to me. I knew what it was like between a man and a woman, but it did not know how it could make a body tingle, all the way down to my toes. It certainly was different from the way I have seen the farm animals in their mating! I think we made love three times that afternoon. By the time I returned it was way past tea time, and barely escaped being locked out.
What is next for us, I wonder?
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