Lead Us Not Into Temptation


I can see there are many bad people on this bus-but also many good...The devil has sent the bad to stop our pilgrimage, but the Lord has come to our rescue with some saintly figures. I've never believed in Angels, not like this anyway. I've always seen things like the ABBA song says:

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale,
You can take the future even if you fail.
I believe in angels:
Something good in everything I see.

I love the music of ABBA-but I was born in the 70s, so how can I be blamed?

Meggie's coming this way. Oh, please, not towards me. But where else? All her friends are gone from this trip, and I don't see why she stays...

"Hey, Mr. B. D'you know when we are getting off?" She says in her smooth Oxford accent, standing with one arm on the back of my chair, and hips at a slight tilt. So close... But I force myself not to look at her, at the way her body curves, but to answer her question.

"I don't, no. But you could...come back later and ask Mrs. Raisan-when she's awake...!" We both glance sideways at the snoozing figure in the chair beside mine, and have to stop ourselves from laughing out loud. I now look properly at Meg and feel temptation rush through me-her gorgeous smile showed the happiness I always felt around her.

"Okay...back to your seat now..." I say forcing the non-teacher side of me away. I watch her wander through the bus to her seat and wonder whether my life would have been any different had I not met her...

The End

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