It seemed like it was just moments later that the train came to a halt and the woman watched as the doors hissed open and the train disgorged the throng of worker drones, the bright girl among them. The woman was still rooted to the spot where she had stood, her mind trying to process what she had just experienced.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the train, and began to walk to the bus station, realizing too late and not really caring that she had missed her bus and would have to wait for one coming 16 minutes later. She touched her neck where the girl had pressed her young lips and then bit her. The sensation of her youthful breasts pressed and rubbing against her, and then the thrill of the teeth nipping at her skin had sent a shiver down her spine and sent it deep into her. Into a place she had forgotten existed. A place the woman thought had died a long time ago.<br/><br/>As expected she arrived late at work, the first time ever, and after she deposited her coat in her cubicle she went to the restroom. It was empty and in the glare of the energy efficient lights she looked at herself. On her cheeks were two patches of high color, and her eyes looked unnaturally bright. Her hands reached back to her hips where the hands had gripped her and  then slid across her buttocks to where the hand had rubbed and squeezed. Had she imagined this? Was she losing her mind?<br/><br/>The experience stayed with her all day as she tried to focus on her work. She looked around to her co-workers where she saw the same dead expression they had every day, she had every day. How and why was she noticing that.<br/><br/>Was she losing it?