Doctor Beryl Austin was a middle-aged woman, professional in appearance but showing clear signs of chronic fatigue."So, I understand you had a rough n...ight." That's an understatement. I tripped over my own feet, managed to stick myself with the syringe I'd used to draw blood from the body, and then managed to scatter the whole tray of used merde across the floor." You've been checked?" I ran over to Bellevue right away. That's not going to tell me much, though. It was only a few drops - enough. ‘Excuse me,’ she said, as neutrally as she could. Silently, he stepped aside. ‘See you later?’ ‘Sure.’ She hoped it wouldn’t be too soon though, she needed a bit to get over this latest embarrassment. Outside the building, she breathed deeply in the warm Indian summer air, filled with the scent of dry leaves and the sound of people laughing as they enjoyed the last of the good weather. Sometimes Rose thought Michael was being friendly towards her because he felt sorry for her, because she had. She's sitting on a low sand dune, gazing out to sea, and she doesn't notice me until I am maybe ten metres away. When she does notice me, she turns her head, looks at me and gives me the most brilliant smile I have seen in a long time.Her smile totally entrances me. I stop and gaze at her beauty, unable to say or do anything.After what seems like hours, she speaks up. "Hi, I'm Melissa." I am simply transfixed. Her voice is as golden as her lovely hair. "Are you okay?" she asks.I stammer, "Uh,. Kissing you like this is exciting, it’s doing things to me that you will discover shortly, things I can’t wait to show you. I lead you up the stairs and strangely I feel nervous for the first time in your company, when we reach my bedroom, I know that this moment will sit fondly in my memory forever more. We delicately ha, not a word I am used to, remove each others clothes, we don’t look at each others bodies at this stage, as our eyes are making promises to one another. We’re standing naked.