I had some hair and makeup products in my handbag and I practically drove myself crazy the night before trying to find my “good angle” in the mirr...r. I wasn’t ever a fan of taking photos of myself and I hated forcing a smile for anyone, much less “the camera.”My colleague, Sarah, had insisted that her friend was a fantastic photographer and that she’d immediately make me feel at ease during the shoot. At a discount rate, I couldn’t refuse. As I made my way up the elevator, I glanced at my watch. "I saw you and Darla getting pretty friendly out there. Hermother told me she and her boyfriend just broke up. Were youcomforting her when you two were kissing?" "It was a surprise to me that she kissed me. I wasn't expectingit at all and she suddenly was kissing me." "Wait until I tell her mother. She will skin you alive!" "Don't tell her! She scares me! She always looks like she wantsto kill someone." "Well you should never have kissed her. Now you can face hermother." "Please don't tell. Around 4 PM, Matt sent another text. "Hey Babe, Still up for dinner?" Sure, where?" The weather is perfect. Want to meet at O'learys? The deck should begood tonight."Did he follow us? I thought to myself. "We went there for lunch.Something else?" Seafood? Do you know anyplace good? Red Lobster? " Red Lobster? Yuck! Saltaire?" Ok, @ 7?" See you there"Up until then the day had been flying by, but the excitement of seeingMatt had the last few hours drag by. Finally, it was time to go. I. THE FIRST THING HE DID WAS ORDER ME TO LOCK THE DOOR. HE SAID IT WAS TO KEEP THE WIND FROM BLOWING IT OPEN, AND I ACTUALLY BELIEVED HIM, SO I LOCKED THE DOOR. MY EYES HAD STILL NOT FULLY ADJUSTED TO THE DARKNESS BUT I COULD SEE MICHAEL AND I WERE ALONE.HE TOLD ME TO COME CLOSER AND SIT ON THE BED WHILE HE REMAINED IN THE CHAIR. I REMEMBER I WAS MOVING VERY SLOWLY, BUT FOR SOME REASON I DIDN'T FEEL ANY REAL FEAR. BY THE TIME I GOT TO WITHIN 6 FEET OF MICHAEL'S CHAIR I COULD SEE THAT EVEN THOUGH.