"Yes," Lydia said, feeling her skin crawl with strange excitement as the young man started walking over to her. She glanced down at her watch, realized she couldn't see the hands in the dim light, then moved forward a little toward a small window to the right for more light.

At the same time the guide walked in the same direction. The result was a collision that nearly knocked Lydia to the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out quickly and grabbing Lydia tightly around the waist to prevent her from falling.

"That's all right," she panted, surprised at the sudden low tone of her voice. She was shaking all over, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. Her cunny was tingling, puckering and trembling. A strange, delightful itch began centering around her stretching clitty while her nipples stiffened and poked teasingly against the soft white cotton material of her tight sweater. And all this happening because someone had just prevented her from crashing to the floor.

Lydia raised her right hand and rubbed her fingers across her forehead. She had to get a grip on herself. Tina was probably out in the square looking for her. "I'd better go," Lydia found herself whispering like a conspirator as she broke gently away from the guide's grip and backed toward the stairway. Her breathing became shallow and labored as she kept her eyes fastened on his. Lydia thanked God it was dark in the room and he couldn't fully see the effect his touch had on her.

"While you're here I can show you around the house," he said, his voice catching at the end of the sentence.