Kay was very excited at the prospect ahead. She could leaveher current woes behind her, if only for a day, and contemplate the voyage ofself-discovery that lay before her. She had better get herself ready.
“Shouldn’t I put some clothes on first?” she asked. She hadsuddenly noticed that she was shivering. She had become oblivious to the cold,so distracted had she been by the bizarre conversation of the last few minutes.
“No need,” replied the angel, “You’re going back into yourold body and your old clothes. You can’t take anything from here back with you.So, are you ready?”
“No time like the present,” said Kay, and then quipped, “Ordo I mean the past?” It was the first time she had felt in good humour forweeks. If all this was for real, she was about to go on an unprecedentedadventure and she couldn’t wait to get started.
“How does it work?” she added.
“Like this,” said the angel. She winked at Kay from themirror and the room around her dissolved into nothingness.
Chapter Four
June 1995
The next thing Kay was aware of was that she was back inbed, waking sharply as if from a vivid dream, just as she had when waking inthe flat an hour or so earlier.
For the first second or two, that was what she thought hadhappened. She had dreamt all this as well. She might have known it was too goodto be true.
A second or two after that, as consciousness took properhold, she realised that things were not as they should be. For a start, she waswarm and the bed was incredibly comfortable, not at all like the horrible,stained and flea-bitten mattress she had to make do with in the flat. Not onlythat, there was someone snoring beside her.
She had been drunk last night, just like every other night,but not so drunk that she wouldn’t have remembered taking someone home withher. It was such a rare event of late that there was no way she would haveforgotten it. But there was definitely somebody beside her. She couldn’t seewho, as it was extremely dark in the room.
But this wasn’t the night after last night, she remindedherself. If the angel had come true on her promise, it was over twenty-threeyears ago. This wasn’t her bedroom in the flat, of that she was certain. It wasnever this warm, even when the heating was working. If it really was Saturday17th June 1995 then she was pretty sure she knew where she was, butit was too dark for her to be absolutely certain.
She got up out of bed and headed over towards a tiny glimmerof light, high up in the room where she could see the join of the curtains. Asshe made her way across the room she realised that not only did she not have ahangover, but she also felt extremely light on her feet.
She pulled the curtains apart and was greeted by gloriousearly morning sunshine, bathing the front of an airport terminal. There was nodoubting where she was now – she was in the hotel at Heathrow where she hadspent the night before she had been due to fly to Helsinki.
The shafts of sunlight penetrated across the room to thesleeping figure on the bed. She already knew who it would be before she eventurned to make the confirmation. There he was, the man she loathed, back in thedays when she thought the sun shone out of his arse.
Now it was shining on his arse which was sticking out of theside of the bed. She was pleased to see that opening the curtains hadn’t wokenhim up. It gave her time to think about what she was going to do.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror onthe front of the wardrobe. Again she saw the youthful image of herself that theangel had appeared as in her flat. But this time it was a true reflection ofher as she was at this moment. She stood for a while and gazed upon her young,perfect body.
“What fantastic tits I used to have,” she murmured out loud.She cupped them both in her hands, revelling in how full and firm they were.She felt herself starting to get horny and quickly let go, trying to suppress asuccession of erotic thoughts that suddenly crept into her mind.
She had forgotten how high her libido had been when she hadbeen young. She looked across at Alan, remembering how they hadn’t been able tokeep their hands off each other in those early days of their relationship.
Later, when she had grown to despise him, she couldn’t bearto have him anywhere near her, not that it was ever a problem. He had longsince embarked on a string of affairs by that time and no longer had any desirefor her.
Looking at him now, her head was filled with conflictingemotions. This Alan in front of her wasn’t the bastard she had grown to hate,he was the younger one she had adored and lusted after. With hormones surgingthrough her youthful body, she felt long-forgotten desires resurfacing withinher. Could she blame this younger Alan for his sins of later years?
“Get a grip,” she said to her reflection, even though thisversion couldn’t talk back. “Come on, Kay, think with the contents of yourbrains, not your knickers.”
She swiftly reminded herself that Alan was a bastard andalways had been. Any glorious honeymoon period she may have enjoyed with himhad been based on his deception and lies. She had allowed her lust for him andher inexperience with adult relationships to blind her to his true nature. Ifshe touched him now, she would be betraying herself all
