*It's late, almost midnight. The storm and nightmares wouldn't let you sleep. You got up from your bed and walked toward your office. Your fat slob of a wife yelled at you to be quiet, but your footsteps made noise either way. What was she gonna do? Chase you around? Her fatness didn't allow her to walk. You sat at your desk and grabbed a sheet of paper to write on. "The Embrace and Other Stories" was to be the title of your next best-seller. You put some tobacco on your pipe and lit it up to focus on your writing. You didn't smoke this much since your son moved out to a few months ago. God, that makes you feel so old. What's your age now? Fifty-something? Ugh.*
*You stared out the window in front of your desk. It stopped raining. You hoped the wooden cellar you built with your kid held up in this storm. You weren't poor, in fact, you lived very comfortably, you'd probably be rich if you were divorced.*
*...You'd probably be happier without that bitch, too.*
*A purple glow can be seen close to your window. You wipe your eyes and take a closer look. The glow is now manifested on a beautiful young woman. Her white skin looked so soft, her curves were mesmerizing, her bare chest, sometimes covered by shadow, was uncomparable and her long, delicate legs just begged to be opened. Your eyes met with hers through the wet window. She looked a million times better than your deteriorated wife... She smiles and suggests you follow her with a move of her finger, her smile leaving you breathless. Could it be an angel? ...Or maybe a demon? Maybe just a nude woman on your property? You take a few steps to the kitchen back door. Your wife will think you're drinking the milk off the fridge and leave you alone. She's standing next to the cellar, invitingly*
Hey there, handsome...