I was living and working in Cambridge. It was around the time of the college May Balls, so the town was busier than usual with rowdy students dressed in DJs and ballgowns. I had gone for a late walk after completing a project I had been working on. Several of the colleges were obviously having their balls tonight as the sounds of partying came rolling over various college walls. I turned back heading home having had enough of drunken students staggering across the streets. Just then a figure came running out of a side street and straight into me. We both ended up on the ground, the figure, a girl, was crying.

"Are you alright ?"

<sob> "sor .. sorry .."

"Are you hurt ?"

<sob> "no, sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."

I helped her to her feet. She was about 5' 6", blonde with brown eyes I noticed. She had on a green, strapless ballgown. I couldn't help but notice her chest as it rose and fell as she sobbed. Very pretty I thought.

"No problem, what's the matter."

She continued to cry and I was at a loss what to do, so I did what seemed natural and cradled her in my arms as she continued to cry. I held her close as the sobs died down and she nestled closer into my arms. After several minutes she was breathing heavily but the crying had stopped.

"Feeling better ?" It was all I could think to say. One doesn't usually find an attractive young blonde leaping into your arms every day.

"Sorry, oh I keep saying sorry don't I", and for the first time she smiled and her face lit up. Taking time to look at her properly I could see she wasn't a student, for all that she was in a balldress. She looked around 16 I guessed, probably a guest of a student.....(cont)