Naughty

She was odd when she first approached me, but I knew from looking at her the first time that she could be …naughty.

From the dress she wore to the scarf dangling lifelessly from her neck she was different from any other female I'd ever encountered. Her pale skin in contrast to her dark locks and the wide bobbing of the petticoat underneath her dress was entrancing and lured me even more into her presence making me feel… naughty.

She first came up to me the day after I was walking in the street contemplating my last visit to the nice young men in their clean white coats. Ha ha, how that visit was nice and …refreshing.

She glanced at me and her big green eyes ever so delicately stole the bleeding heart I never knew I had. I couldn't help myself from feeling… naughty.

I started to follow her when I noticed her turn the corner of the block. I stopped and pressed the tips of my fingers together and smiled. I turned slowly and began following her all the while thinking of things so… naughty, I almost frightened myself.

Thinking of how her long scarf with its striped pattern made me want to wrap myself in it. Her curled ebon locks consuming my thoughts as I followed. She stopped at a large gate with the name "Lockhart" shaped from steel rods on it. She stopped and pulled a large skeleton key out of her dress pocket and began to open the enormous padlock. I continued walking, stealing glances at her from the corner of my eye feeling extremely… naughty.

Looking up I could see the home, I suppose, that she lived, a large old mansion with a winding labyrinth of tall trimmed bushes and a few sculpted trees standing out in some areas and a very gloomy look to it. Just the sight made me feel very… naughty.

I returned to my little humble abode sitting down on my ever flat and multipurpose bed/table/desk/kitchen counter thinking my very naughty thoughts of the girl I saw earlier. Her image never left my brain. What I saw in that small girl was everything that made me feel… naughty.

I pulled out my clippers and stared at the empty wall in front of me. I plugged it in and turned it on. Ah, the lovely sound of the small engine inside making the blade vibrate enough to cut through ever so thin follicles lulling me to my slumber.

The next morning I walked to the gate I last saw the girl and lucky enough she was just leaving, for a walk it seemed, she didn't have anything in her hands or seem to be in a hurry. I began to follow her. She turned slightly, I believe she began to notice me since the beginning but was only now making it obvious that she knew, the bright green eye that was exposed to me grew wide as she began to walk faster.

I continued following her until she began to slow down near a park bench that we had so nonchalantly passed over four times in our rotation of the park. I made no real effort to make myself invisible to her while I followed knowing full well that she knew I was there, why bother I was already feeling extra naughty.

She stopped finally and sat down looking up at me as I kept walking and slowed to the next bench over and sat down. My head up in the air and my long arms stretched with my palms on my knees occasionally glancing at her, a large smile full of naughty things plastered on my face.

She pulled a doll and a small pair of scissors out of her dress pocket. My heart clenched as I could no longer just glance, but stare at the entrancing spectacle before me. She was shaping and cutting the dolls hair with fast and precise snips.

Right then and there I knew I was in love and that anything this girl could do would never stop me from following her anywhere. It made me feel irrevocably… naughty.

She stopped her elegant performance and stared back at me. She stood up and walked in my direction looking intently at me. I could not move even if I wanted to, her emerald stare held me in my place. When she finally reached me she held out the doll and scissors with those expectant emerald jewels.

My eyes moved from her eyes to the scarf around her neck that lightly draped from her neck to her arms and seemed to be waving slightly even though there was no wind at the moment. I took the doll and scissors from her and began cutting slowly and then wildly at the yarn locks of the small figure. The feeling of being watched just made it all the more... naughty.

My previous escapades left me with only one subject and no spectators and they soon became the small doll in my hands victims to my insatiably naughty feelings.

When I finally felt that I was done, which left the doll with little more than one small yarn strand left, my eyes wide and wild looked back up at the girl and finding and unexpected expression. Admiration and awe were plastered to her face and a large smile that looked like it could have been cut out of her original mouth with a pair of some sharp object, mmm naughty.

She hopped into my lap and grabbed the doll from my hand. She cuddled into my shoulder and looked at my handy work. Her gaze moved to mine and she said "Wonderful". A wicked little smile crept onto my face and the only thought that came to mind was 'How deliciously…

Naughty'.