Dark Encounter: A Seductive Gift of Eternal Torment My Dark Gift Alone, standing in a darkened doorway in a city whose name escapes him, a man is leaning against the wall. His coat pulled up close around his neck trying to ward off the elements, oblivious to everything but his own thoughts, as cars with their passengers pass by on journeys of their own as the rain is pouring down all around him. The night hides his true intentions, that of a man unsure of his nature. Still he stands unmoving; people go by unaware or just uncaring of his presence, as no one approaches. Slowly the rain eases its torrent as this man for the first time in half an hour moves, he raises his head slightly as he stands erect, his muscles tighten as an animal’s would just before an attack. His nostrils flare as he catches a scent on the air, ever so faint but still there, he recognizes it; perfume. Eyes as black as coal, dart back and forth cutting through the darkness, he is searching for someone or something, his head unmoving. Suddenly finding the object of his search, his eyes stop. Turning his head slightly and looking across the street toward another doorway, dimly lit and casting long shadows, stands a single figure. It is that of a woman, tall, thin and very provocatively dressed. As his eyes focus on her, they cut through the darkness as he sees that she is wearing a short skirt that lies high above her thighs, with a split high up one side. She has on dark fishnet hose that go from under her skirt down to a pair of high heel stilettos. …the next moment changed everything
