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A Midnight StrollAmidst the ravings of an excitable ?Kliq? the subject of restocking supplies came up.It was finally agreed (perhaps more so decreed) that those with empty pockets would dutifully undertake the necessary trek. In appeasement, the others would extend their constitutional, planning that both parties would rendezvous within a similar window of time, so those heavy of purse would not return with time to........overindulge. Among those not burdened by task was a man treading the narrow edge on the path of light. Ceaselessly the silent screams of the shadows would call to him. As their walk continued, he stealthily slowed his pace, falling back to the rear. As he stole up behind her, avoiding her peripheral field, he playfully tugged at the back of her shirt, whispering with an impish grin *quot;What's your rush? Let them go on ahead, we can catch up.*quot;She looked at him without understanding, though slowed her stride nonetheless. Briefly, understanding flashed across her face in the form of a delighted grin, but was just as quickly replaced by the trademark self-reproach and shame reserved for those whose lustful desires often erode their moral constraints. *quot;No-oo, we caaan'ttt.?She, adıyaman escort although attempting a statement, made it seem more a question- and thus her feelings betrayed her. With a smile that suggested 'Oh can't we?' he pointed to an old cottage ruin further along the track they were now on. They were a viable distance from the others when they neared it, and he took her by the hand leading her towards it, unnoticed by the group. His grip was firm despite the playful demeanour and for her- his forcefulness was as exciting as it was intimidating. As they entered the doorway of a still standing portion of the debris, she pulled away. Perhaps she realised the metaphor of stepping into the darkness, but insight prompts progression