Chrysalis

Abigail

A strange phase of change had overcome me and it was as though I had been given this new power.

My memory recalled an old television programme I used to watch and a particular episode.

Positive viruses.

Sexual Magnetism......

That could explain a lot, me the knockover who was easily led and had a sheltered life was now indulging in something incredible and free.

I shook my head to try and clear the thoughts and then smiled.

My subconscious had also been awakened and I was seeing the world in an array of colour, something unique and peaceful.

But how had I suddenly become a creature of lust?

I tried hard to find the answer to this question and kept going back in my mind to when I first met up with Lucy in the train compartment......could she be the cause of my raging hormones.

*

My head hurt, too much thought did that to me.

All I knew was that a chance meeting with a girl on a train and then bumping into a sexy young girl in the street had given me something that was for so long buried but now unleashed in all its naked glory.

Siobhan was meant to see me as a fragile train wreck and that talking to me I would be told that a needed to toughen up.

But the boot might soon be on the other foot metaphorically speaking.

I had been walking in circles when my hand was grabbed.

"Are you ok dear?"

I looked up into the grey green eyes of a lady, quintessentially octogenarian in her gait and speak.

"Yes thank you........Im a little lost, it is such a long time since I was here in this place".

"Where are you heading?"

"Balmoral Close".

She frowned.

"Ah......well I can only give you direction as you are at least a good two miles from your destination......fortunately it is on a straight path and should be no trouble for you to find".

"Any help would be appreciated".

She gave me directions and with a new spring in my step I started to walk to my new destination.

**

It was closer to 3 when I finally made it to my destination.

I had taken a detour to the castle and regaled in its splendour, the walls built to last wars and the paintings of the kings and queens of scotland that adorned the walls.

I even took in a tour and listened with eager interest as the history of this place was laid bare before me.......I had made a good choice in coming here and only wished that I had more time.

The guesthouse was set in pebbled dash and looked its age, very grandiose and quaint through every nook and cranny.

A flight of crooked steps led up in an arch to the doorway that was set in sturdy oak.......a reminder of ordered calm, carefully crafted to withstand with winds of time.

I knocked lightly and waited.

The door opened and in an instance the breath was shattered from within me by the vision that confronted me.

A girl who could be no more than 16 to 18 years of age was stood before me.

I couldn't fathom how girls these days walked around in thin tops and shorts that displayed their wares......she had exceptionally strong legs, tanned and oh so sexy.