As my eyes drift to your face I am once again taken back by your beautiful features. Not the classic, “boy next door” looks, but something leaner,...hungrier, and more chiseled, dangerous even. Your thick, dark hair is cropped short and just adds to the sexual energy that rolls from your body. Your dark eyes glint with danger as you arch one eyebrow as if asking if I am enjoying the view. I smile at you letting you know, as always, I do. The corners of your mouth twitch as if you knew I approve.. That evening there was no light. When Keith closed the door he reached in his pocket and pulled out a matchbox. He started lighting candles and then he lit a cigarette. I was overwhelmed. “You know, your voice is like sweet honey, like a waterfall,” he said with his husky voice. I looked at this man, someone I knew but had just met for the first time. “You touched something inside me”. He sat down on the bed and looked at me, standing by the door. I imagined what he must be seeing; a small,. ”“Visions you say? That sounds serious.”“I have had many lately. Some waking, some asleep. Terrible, lustful visions...”Jessica wasn't the type of woman who could whip up tears on the spot, but she was very good at faking sincerity. She leaned forward from her chair as she spoke, putting her hands on the desk and then clasping them together. A pained expression took form as she wove her tale.“Visions of myself and various men in sinful attire. Scenes where we engage in... completely depraved. Whether anyone could help her was a question Bethany wasn't sure she wanted to ask.They walked arm in arm to the door of the school. The frosted glass window was lit from behind and Bethany could hear faint music. It sounded like Vivaldi."The G. H. Harmon School of Dance", announced Dave. He swung the door open and bowed as Bethany's legs carried her inside.The main room was a large dance studio, occupied by two women. Bethany recognized both - Caroline Davis, who ran the school, and Olivia.