The
night was dark. Very dark. Rainy, cold. A night to stay home
and hunker down. And yet he was out and on his way to meet
Her. The reflection of the headlights off of the
pavement made it extremely difficult to see. Although he
knew exactly where he was going he had to take great care to
arrive there safely.
He parked in an unlit lot and locked the door of his car
using the key fob. The lights of the car stayed on for
a few precious seconds, enough to show him the way to the
back door of the five-story tall brick warehouse, a building
that was recently converted to beautiful loft
apartments. It was there, in her top-floor flat, that
she waited.
He pushed the buzzer for Unit 501 and waited. Rain ran
down his back and chilled him to the bone. He turned
up the collar of his jacket and tapped his toe in
anticipation.
Finally! She buzzed him in. He noted that the elevator
was out of order so he would have to climb all the way to
the top using the dark back stairwell. His footsteps
echoed ominously off of the concrete block walls and steel
stairs. His legs were shaking uncontrollably as the
adrenaline pumped into his body at a faster rate than he
thought possible.
There, at last, was her door. He knocked twice,
quietly. "Come", he heard her call. He
opened the door.
The room was lit with the flickering light of a single
candle, leaving the entire room in dancing shadows.
There she was, across the way, sitting in a leather
wing-back chair. Her legs were crossed. The
candle exposed a silhouette that he clearly recognized and
caused her blonde hair to glimmer softly. Her feet
fairly sparkled as the candy apple red of her heels
reflected the few available rays that shot from the flame.
He could see her crook his finger at him and he approached
slowly. When he was ten feet away from her she held up
her palm, a clear stop sign. He could finally see that
she was wearing a closely fitting black, long-sleeved
leather top and matching pants.
She said a single word: "Strip".
He nodded.