Soon enough, the kiss that Mera had been pushed into broke - complete with string of saliva connecting their mouths (but only for a handful of moments), and then her head was released from the grasp of Yifa's hand.  Her breathing was heavy, labored, her face still flushed from the positively<em>wonderful</em>feelings that she had been experiencing for the past few minutes.  That was when Yifa came around and asked her if she'd like to try her hand again at answering the questions that had been previously posed to her.<br/><br/>Her eyes averted away from Yifa's, still somewhat embarrassed with what had just gone on.  She hadn't thought something like this was even<em>possible</em>!  There was nothing said for a few moments, as Mera's mind reeled to come up with the answers.  "N...no," she softly gasped.  "Don't like dirty.  Dirty is bad..."  She'd seen 'dirty' girls in Lookshy, and wanted no part of that.