The elevator doors creaked open and Melinda walked out casually. Frank had let her know she was allowed to explore her new home and that's what she intended to do. She looked around and saw the lab, it rang faint bells in her head yet she didn't know why. For some reason she was at home sitting on the stair ladder on the tank.

She saw the thin sheet that led to the suite across the room. She looked at it curiously and slowly walked over, her shoes still hadn't come back to her so she padded over to the suite on bare feet. Gently she pulled the curtain aside and went up the stairs on her toes. When she got to the top she stepped delicately onto the marble flooring. She crossed the room silently admired the bed that dominated the room.

Deep down she knew she wanted to make love on this bed. She wanted to dress like Frank did and get dirty on this bed. She began to shed her Farm upbringing and thought about the pleasure she wanted to feel. Her inner feelings were accepted here, she could give herself over to her deepest desires. It was what she had always wanted; to feel accepted.

A phrase from when she was a child echoed in her head, "There's no crime in giving yourself over to absolute pleasure. . ."

She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed as she refrained from stripping down and pleasuring herself on that very bed. Good thing too because she heard a scuffling sound across the room in the shadows. She looked over in the direction the noise came from and peered into the dark.

"Hello?" She asked calmly, "Who's there?"

She saw movement as a figure moved behind a hanging curtain. Melinda tilted her head to the side and stood up. She made her way to the curtain and reached out. Once she pulled the curtain back she froze in place from her head down to her toes.

It was a man. An amazing, incredibly, gorgeous man standing there near naked, shivering like a child. He wore nothing except a gold wrestler shorts with matching boots that went just past his ankles. He had bleach blond hair like her own and was a bronze skinned man of myth. Her violet eyes went wide and she had to bite her lip to keep her now rambunctious emotions at bay.

The man looked at her shyly and she was again remained of a child. She figured she mirrored him because her lip slowly came out from her teeth and her felt it pucker curiously. What she didn't realize is that she was just as naïve and child-like as he was. She, herself, was innocent to many ways of the world, her sheltered up bringing prepared her for that.

When he finally saw her eyes his heart stopped. He flinched when he saw her expression change to one of fright when she saw him, he thought he had scared her. And that was the last thing he wanted to do! He wanted to know her and he had scared her, he felt awful.

Suddenly her lip puckered and he grinned at the cute way it lit up her face. He knew she wasn't scared anymore, just curious like himself. What he found funny about her were the clothes she wore, so plain and boring they were. He looked her up and down and then smiled gently.

"Hi," he said, his blue eyes sparkling.

Melinda was at a loss for a moment when he spoke. His voice was so gentle for such an incredible man. Finally she blinked a couple times before she found her own voice.

"Hi," she said back.

"I'm Rocky," he replied to her. "Rocky Horror."

"My name is Melinda." She rolled her shoulder uncomfortably, "Well actually I have this piece of paper that said its Layla H. For some reason my mother blocked out the rest of my middle name and my whole last name. . ." Suddenly she felt her cheeks burn and she looked down at his gold shoes. She was embarrassed by the tangents she would go off on.

He chuckled gently and lifted her chin to look into his eyes. Her skin was soft and fair, like he was taught a woman's should be. She had straight hair that framed her doll like face and her violet eyes glittered innocently. He smiled warmly.

"What do people call you?"

She looked sad, "Melinda. . ."

He asked another question, "What do you want to be called?"

She looked back at him and realized that she liked being called Layla by the women she met. Growing up she also tried to get people to make that her nickname but the Helton family called it a whore's name, furthering her innocent shame.

"Layla," she replied.

He smiled, "Nice to meet you Layla."

She smiled too and it made him suddenly feeling something strong for her that he didn't understand. He brought one hand around her waist and ran the other through her long hair then gently holding the back of her head. She flushed close to him and blushed again as she gazed up at him, he was a full head taller than her and it forced her to stand on her tip-toes. Before she knew it her lips were slowly guided to his and she felt her first kiss. He was gentle and sweet and she felt heat explode in her body and head, she swooned. He let her fall back a few inches to let her breath and when she looked at him again they both smiled.

"Rocky!"

A powerful voice rang out and made Melinda jump and both turn their heads to look at who it was. There stood Franky in all his drag glory. Melinda pulled away from Rocky quick and he let her go.

The doctor gave her a wicked glare, "Melinda!" He shouted.

She looked terribly guilty and Rocky only grew fonder of her. He smiled at her rosy cheeks. Frank stalked over to them and pushed her away more.

"While I adore you, this man is mine." He looked up at his finest creation and smile sweetly. "His name is Rocky. What do you think of him?"

Frank looked back at Melinda for her answer and what he didn't see was that Rocky's eyes were completely honed in on the girl, and the girl alone. He had only ever known his creator but this girl brought out feelings he loved to feel. Melinda looked back at him with dreamy eyes, her violet ones locked with his blue ones.

"He's amazing Doctor," she said with a soft voice. As if suddenly realizing what she said she jolted out of his gaze and looked back at Frank. "I-I m-m-mean he's very well built? Ummm. . ." she looked to the side bashfully and then added in a small voice. "I mean you did well."

The doctor was suddenly taken by her innocence and he craved her. Of course, as a child, she had been just as innocent but it wasn't the same as her womanly innocence, in a way she recognized it now. This kind was desirable He also developed, quiet suddenly, the thought that he wanted to to be the one to take her innocence. He liked that pass time, it didnt matter to him that he had raised her. He suddenly grinned and giggled with his excitement at his cleverness and then grew an even stronger determination to make her remember her upbringing.

"Well then," he said. "Let us go down for dinner my pets." He wrapped one arm around Rocky's and the other around Melinda's waist.