For some reason I was having a terrible time keeping my eyes off of her, at the same time making sure she didn't catch me looking. Hard telling where ...he would strike next and I didn't want it to be me again. She was a very petite girl, maybe 5 foot tall, dark black hair, and deep blue eyes, her skin was almost white, or as they say in the romance novels that my last girlfriend loved so much, alabaster. Her make-up was very dark and gothic, but it didn't hide her pretty face and eyes, as much. The kind of weather that makes you want to sing happy songs like the birds that have just returned to the park after a nice holiday in the southern tropics.We got home from the gym, and flopped onto my big bed, the one i shared with my Husband. She and I lay there, tired and happy, watching tv, making fun of whatever was on. I remember watching her. Staring at her, thinking how beautiful she looked. She was smiling, her hair was a mess, her body long and lean sprawled on the bed. I just stared. Finally, seeing no reaction from her, he apparently decided he’d had enough fun and he went out of the door. Horrified by what they had witnessed, the guys hurried over to her apartment and knocked on the door. Getting no answer, they tried the door and found it unlocked. They went in to find Sally unconscious, so they picked up her lifeless body and took her into the bedroom, laying her gently on her bed. While Latesha got a bowl of warm water and a facecloth and towel, the others untied. I seem to be slowing you down." Rhiannon told her. "No, it's my fault. I forgot I was with you. I can see the stones so I don't trip but you can't see without the moon or sun." Natasha explained. "So, it would seem we are both at fault," Rhiannon replied. "Yes, it would seem so. Come on, take my hand. I know of a way to get there faster," Natasha held out her hand. Rhiannon placed her hand in Natasha's and felt a flare of heat right to her core. "Where are we going" she asked. "You'll see. Just.