Linda's strange vacation

She was a woman now, well almost. It would be better to say that she was on the road to becoming one. Her imagination got the better of her. She wondered when her cousin would make love to her again. Maybe he would come into her room that night? In that case, she would remember not to lock the door. Perhaps it will be Lola who will start up again? Oh well, she would just have to wait and see what would happen… Her revery was interrupted by footsteps coming from the library. The door opened and a man entered the salon. He approached with a smiling, delightful air.

“Ah, Linda. How good it is to see you. How are you? I'm glad to see you among us.” It was uncle Arthur alright. Linda noticed quickly, as he strutted across the room, his elegant walk and perfect masculine bearing. He was tall, sun?burnt, athletic with steel?grey eyes and greying temples. Uncle Arthur was exactly the type of man Linda thought of as being the perfect seductor. She even remembered him from her younger days. This splendid hunk of manhood had not changed. And maybe he even improved. She found him very attractive. She greeted him with a timid strained voice as she put out her hand to be grasped warmly by the distinctive Arthur.

But Arthur paid no attention to the outstretched hand and he took the girl by her shoulders and kissed her lightly on the corner of the mouth. Linda turned beet?red as she inhaled the lavender perfume emanating from the tall man, who despite her blushing, was only her uncle.

Arthur looked her over, his hands never leaving her shoulders. He smiled.

“Well then. It is really wonderful to see you. You've gotten quite attractive, you know? Well well, well… How do you like our house?”

“Oh, it's fine.” Linda exclaimed. “I met Lola and Bert and we… and we…” She didn't know how to end her sentence. Was it possible that uncle Arthur knew how they had spent the morn?in and early afternoon?

“Let's just say that you got along fine together.” Arthur helped her entangle the sentence and straighten her thoughts out. Little did he know she was thinking quite well. It was only manipulating properly that bothered her.

“Tell me Linda? I know this is unusual to ask, especially the day of your arrival, but could you help me? Lola is busy and Bert, well the rascal can never be found when someone wants him. You won't mind will you?” He smiled graciously.

“Not at all. But I don't know whether I shall be capable of doing what you wish. What is it, may I ask?”

“Oh, there's no mystery to it. I'll explain. Just follow me into the library.” Uncle Arthur led the way into the library taking long sure strides. Linda followed obediently. The library was paneled by dark mahogany. There were many books in the bookcases which ran across the room. She knew Arthur was highly literate and intellectual and she felt that she should watch every word. The windows were large and bordered by red?velvet curtains with a strip of white mousseline running down the edges.

The curtains filtered the bright sun and the room bathed its few pieces of furniture, a great table covered with papers, a large ample armchair, a divan in a melody of soft brooding colors.

Linda noticed a ladder which led to the stacks of books on the upper shelves.

“Well here it is. My hide?away where I work. All you will have to do is bring the books I name so that I shall be able to take notes. That's easy enough isn't?”

“I think I'll be able to manage that alright.” Linda laughed apparently at ease for the first time. She was beginning to find her uncle warm and pleasing.

“How will I go about finding the book you want?” She asked glancing at the many many shelves of literature.

“I have a method so don't worry about it. All the cases are marked alphabetically.” They began to work and Linda found that the job was easy and not bone?breaking at all, The only thing that presented a problem was climbing up and down the ladder. She wished that she had worn some slacks. It was embarrassing for her to climb that ladder with her legs pinched together.

“I can't find it.” She declared leaning far to the right and then to the left.

“Wait I'll help you.” Arthur said courteously, rising from his armchair and moving to where she was.

Linda continued to look for the misplaced book while below, her uncle gazed up her skirt which was large enough to give the spectator a langorous view. The girl turned around and pretended to still he searching for the book, but she felt the penetrating glance of uncle Arthur and this unsettled her nerves. She was forced to keep her legs slightly apart to keep from losing her balance.

“You're right. I think I left that book in my apartment in the city. You can come down now.” Arthur helped her to the ground as his strong fingers gripped her waist. She felt a chill run up her spine as his hands slid up to her bosom. When she turned around, she felt guilty for having such a horrid imagination.

Uncle Arthur thumbed his chin and murmured a few words.