I wander off to change.When I re-enter the room I find her wrapped in a quilt on the floor in front of the fire. Glow from the flames lick shadows cas...t on her face. Her head drops coyly as she looks at me.I strut to her, contemplating what I will do. My mind is pre-occupied with her, with her overwhelming beauty. I could stand here forever gazing at her lost in her. When she looks up towards me the recognition is there. The whole world is here, nothing exists outside of the parcel of beauty at. Riving back home that night, I really found it difficult to get Diane out of my mind. For the first time since Connie, I had found a girl I really felt attracted to. With Connie, it wasn't so much a physical attraction for her as it was another quality, which I had taken to labeling charisma. With Diane, it was a strong physical attraction, plus the fact I liked her flamboyant and exuberant approach to life. How many girls would have been willing to make the kind of public spectacle of. His cheekbones becomemore prominent as her lips filled out and her eyebrows arched. Thesubtle changes did wonders and she stopped to admire her reflection. Sheturns this way and that and flicked her hair about. "Hey stranger," shesaid to her reflection and flashes a toothy white smile at herself.Laughing she gathered up her clothes and awkwardly pulled them back on,stretching them to the point where the stitching started to break.She rushed back to the magical door and could already feel it. ’ Their lips had barely touched again when the chapel bells chimed… Gwendolyn cursed inside her head even as she was relieved… so unused to this game she needed some time to think, but oh those cursed bells! The sweet sensations running through her body were too new for her to bear even as she craved them. ‘I must go,’ she said, reluctantly, disentangling herself from his clasping embrace, ‘I cannot make it back here for another afternoon… it will be too hard to get away again.’ ‘In the evening.