"Damn junkies," also sarcastically barking over my sudden misfortune.

I don't have much of a temperament for heroine addicts or other drug abusers over their self-induced shortened lives. It seems caring for one's self dissolves into an empty thought inside these people's brains. I know it's an addiction but if they don't reach a point where they get bored with it all and want to seek treatment, then what's a normal person to do? The pain in my foot is a reminder of my attitude toward such individuals, propelling me to once again chime with disgust, "Damn junkies!"

But before taking a step I test my foot so see how painful walking on it was going to be. And after gingerly placing it down upon the frozen ground and applying just enough weight to see how it would react, the stinging sensation only increased with the added pressure.

"This is just frigging great. Damn neighborhood, damn town!" harping and now proceeding with a necessary slight limp.

But after walking only four or five steps my head begins to experience an unexpected dizziness, however slight it was. I readily dismissed it thinking my missed supper replaced by a bellyful of beer is the reason for feeling as such.

But the sensation keeps increasing at a surprising phenomenal rate, quickly saturating my head and woeful stomach forcing me to stop and throw my hands up to lean against the cold brick for support.

Feeling abruptly like I was being swept up into a whirlwind of sorts, the increasing nausea-like dizziness made me feel quickly from the norm. And I was forced to close my eyes to try and settle my snarling insides in hoping my guts wouldn't suddenly come spewing forth.

"Whew, man, this really feels ah... weird," barely muttering while trying to catch my breath as the rhythm of my heart mysteriously quickens. ‘This feels like serious shit.'

I noticed the veins in the back of my hands spasm with every heartbeat, propelling my thoughts toward deeper confusion as to what was happening. Beginning to vigorously sweat as if from some extended workout, it became impossible to think about anything else.

‘What the hell is this? Am I having a heart attack?' This whole thing was just too damn weird. ‘Never had beer hit me like this before.'

In staggering contrast to just a moment ago, even leaning against that very wall was becoming a major challenge when the thing began swaying up and down as if it were some kind of weird living entity. Closing and reopening my eyes with the purposeful intent of wishing whatever this invasion is would magically go away wasn't working.

But the brick wall was baffling every sense I owned. Never in my life have I witness such an incredible vision of an innate object behaving in a manner like some apparition, undulating as if its molecules were reconstructing or re-animating themselves to correspond with each seeming fierce monstrous wave created as if from some incredible storm at sea. It was absorbing all my concentration.

I suddenly stumble to almost fall, only to catch myself as my shoulder jarred into the wall.

Tingly impulses and extreme twitching especially noticeable in my hands and fingers were obvious from my trembling.

Then like some muscle malfunction in my own neck for God's sake; my own head forcibly slams into that brick wall freaking me damn near beyond reproach. The impact felt like a baseball bat swinging at full tilt.

‘Damn, that hurt like a son-of-a-bitch...!' in pronouncing my thought coming without reprehension. The impact was excruciatingly painful, rattling my brain to force it to feel as if it was now separated and attached to nothing.

"My beer spiked maybe? Don't get it, man," were words sputtering out reacting to my dilemma, shooting forth on their own accord to assuredly protest this incursion upon me.

But they were fortunate words to openly say, for they bounced into my ears potent with hidden meaning. It had to have been the abrupt shock of the re-scrambling of brain molecules after my head hit the wall that allowed for a clear thought.

It dawned on me the damn syringe I stepped on, so previously oblivious but now undeniably obvious, has to be the reason of this occurrence. Probably had bad heroine, crack or some other drug still clinging to it, the needle entering my blood system after piercing my skin.

‘Just frigging wonderful.'

But in knowing the source was a fact late in coming. For its continuing powerful penetration was leaving me no other alternative but to only react. And with the way my strength was and is continuing to drain out from me, it seems logical that collapsing or even passing out is now a real probability.

The ground has always been prudently accepted as dirt and nothing more. But it began to seemingly encroach upward toward me, strangely as if inviting me to embrace it with a full body extension.

Then it happened...

Sounding as if the entire planet exploded mightily like a thunderous reverberating eruption blowing my eardrums into a thousand pieces, the frozen ground seemingly did rise up to painfully smash my face, my head thumping the frozen ice below to which I fell no longer able to stand.

And now partially buried in the wintry white crystals and certainly feeling like some disoriented lamb being ominously led to its own slaughter, encroaching unconsciousness immediately swarmed to overtake me, sparing me the agony of this indignity even more.

And now oblivious to everything especially the human rats roaming the city, I unwittingly was inviting them to come now and conduct their personal agendas without retribution.

A few miles away Angelina is pulling her car into the garage of her quaint condo on the North side of town, a community only for those who can afford the better things in life. She no sooner walks through the front door than the phone rings disturbing the settled quiet within.

Not having the need for any light to find her way, the sexy butcher sways through the familiar darkness of her living room toward the telephone sitting atop the end table next to the couch. Without hesitation, she picks the receiver up to gently place it next to her ear. When she speaks, the tone of her voice suggests she knows who is calling.

"Hello," softly saying while the streetlight just outside her window directs its night-light purposely caressing her satin lips.

"Come down here quick. I've got something you ought to see. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," spoke a voice with tempered glee.

"I'll be right there," voicing her words with usual dead calmness. Her eyes however, show an arousal within gorging themselves with excitement.

Click.

It was many hours later when...

‘Ugh, my aching head,' I think those were the words I initially remembered thinking as consciousness began to slowly creep back, although don't get me to swear to it. My head was feeling like someone had taken a jackhammer to it.

Initial moments were unclear, still sensing my brain's refusal to fully awaken. My eyes remained closed. I'm not sure why. Probably fearful of what they might see after experiencing such delusions of sight. But the thought of never wanting to again experience such an abnormal state of mind rang through loud and clear.

My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as if made from lead. Couldn't move a muscle even if God himself demanded it. No doubt readjusting to the gravitational pull of Mother Earth was going to take awhile especially at my age. Regardless, I sensed the worst was behind me God willing.

Then... faint voices began seeping into my eardrums, voices for the moment that meant nothing. And with my senses still slumbering I drift back into a deep sleep but this time on a level of normalcy.

I really don't know how long it was before I was awakened by the smell of Passion Perfume by Elizabeth Taylor, one of my favorites. My ex wore it often.

Then unexpectedly fleshy lips, soft, feeling wet and exceedingly succulent, begin deliciously messaging my own...

In reacting to such a pleasant way to be awakened, my eyes dart wildly open to see of all people Angelina, the sexy butcher seemingly pressing her entire face into mine. Besides being instantly hypnotized by her piercing hazel eyes, I could also feel them practically penetrating thru to the back of my skull.

She seemed so surreal I was convinced Jesus Christ was nearby for surely I had died and gone to Heaven. I blinked hard to see if I was dreaming but fortunate for me she remained, her lips continuing melting into mine.

‘Yep, must be dead,' deliriously concluding.

Her beauty demanded my full attention. How could I not give it? Her breathing was slow and purposeful, her eyes hypnotic and unblinking. Heat emitting from her lips steamed my inner passion near the throngs of urgency. The woman was damn near on fire.

I reciprocated with heavy breathing and feeling my hormonal glands swell.

I was on my back sensing I was lying atop a table. Had no where but what does it matter? I was too focused on Angelina being delightfully devilish fulfilling those many dreams I've had of her.

She was straddling my midsection, her weight suddenly shifting sending my insides silently screaming. I sensed purpose poised for passion in her movement. She wanted me in the worst way ... or so I thought.

Her salacious lips then unexpectedly retreat, but only an inch or so. Her hazel eyes, dancing from the excitement within remained open, seemingly locked in position staring at me. Her pouting upper lip slightly parts from the other allowing her inner steamy breath to escape but barely, gracefully falling embracing my face, her heat gorging every pore it touched.

I raise my head wanting to taste more of her, my heart beating uncontrollably. Our fusion made me hotter than hell and I was suddenly secretly praying to hold on to all I had to offer.

Then unexpectedly...

She climbs off me to stand on the floor. And it was all I could do just to look at her with sudden surprise alongside very excessive heavy breathing. Was she not making it obvious she wanted me?

She begins to talk in a seemingly aloof manner, something I've never heard or seen in her before. Regardless I remained within the clutches of her exorbitant beauty trying to catch my breath.

"You know William, you don't mind if I call you William do you? Sounds so much sexier than Bill," her voice inviting and sultry, but her words short and crisp as if she was suddenly declaring a different direction of purpose than what was apparent.

"But ah, William, I've noticed how you look at me whenever you're around. You remind me of so many other men who have ended up here on this very table." A smile then a chuckle sounding a bit peculiar trickles out from her lascivious mouth: a mouth that was disappointingly no longer attached to mine. "I swear, all you men are like children in need of something sweet," remarking with sumptuous zeal.

I naturally thought like any other human male having these primitive biological urges on the cusp of gratification, ‘okay, now that this conversation is over can we get back to what we were doing? I'm really not in the mood...' helplessly cutting my own thought short as I wontedly stared into her alluring bright eyes pulsating my heart profusely. I certainly didn't have any intentions of having a single thought much less conversing.

But having a thought I did when it dawned on me what she just said. ‘Others? What others... on the table? What was that about?'

"I'm going to tell you a secret, William, and I want you to listen very attentively."

Angelina, one of God's loveliest creations appearing transfixed as she wildly stares into my eyes with seemingly more than just a keen interest. Continuing titillation by her presence alone gave me curiosity as to what she might be thinking.

"I want to inform you of the actual reason why I decided to, uh, allow you to think that you were going to make love to me again." Such a charismatic voice sounding seductive as the Caribbean twilight is hypnotic.

Her words of allowing me to think were a bit surprising. They had my hormones scratching their bobbing heads on which direction they ought to be going.

"What are you talking about? I thought we were..." curtly stopping my plea when realizing from her laser-like stare she had no intent of continuing getting to know each other on a personal level.

"Really Angelina, wouldn't you prefer to get back to what we were doing?" I asked damn near pleading with a tinge of fervor in my voice. I haven't felt such arousal since viewing my first Playboy at age nine.

She takes a couple of steps up toward my head to look down upon me with obvious expressive intentions of having no further plans of entertaining my libido.

Regardless, the close proximity of her physical presence sent my hormones pulsating fiercely, scrambling in many directions between short gasps for much needed oxygen. My confusion over her subtleness was viciously attacking them splintering that seemingly stimulus nerve center inside my brain.

Then in a teasing manner with which she assuredly sounded, she said, "Have you found yourself constantly sexually aroused during the last nine months especially while you've been asleep, my delightful intuitive William?"

Okay, this is the thing - I know I'm not a genius but now I know she's not one either. Didn't she notice my excitement?

"Actually, William, I know for a fact that you've been in need of excessive sexual gratification, much more than the average man. You have an incredible sensitive libido and I've loved every second that we've been together."

"What are you talking about?" innocently asking while purposely scrunching up my eyebrows in an effort to get a little understanding from her in hoping to keep the fire burning inside my gut.

‘This is the first time we've kissed.' Lagging a step behind every time she opened her mouth was becoming more pronounced the more she did so. I didn't truly understand where she was going with her words. And it was odd, seeming to me she was taking some kind of sex survey. A more deepening sense of disappointment was wrenching its way deeper inside my gut.

Then in a strange impassive matter-of-fact manner, an attitude which to me isn't truly deserving of her beauty she remarks, "William, you have been under the influence of a female demon spirit."

Her statement seemed fatuitous throwing my thoughts towards more inner turmoil. By the seriousness with which she was speaking, my non-reaction probably appeared pretentious but unwittingly so.

Is this some kind of game she's playing? I began to wonder ‘why am I here?'

However her alluring eyes so electrifying kept drawing my male instinctive ness in toward her, forcing me then to rethink that just maybe I'll play this game whatever it is.

Who knows, in being this sexy demon it could be her way of adding spice to that special moment when we hopefully collapse into each other's embrace in a moment of ecstasy, however lingering that special moment is becoming.

Then very excitingly much to my delight she leans forward approaching my ear, her blistering steamy breath seeping inside melting her whispering words of "I'm she."

Her sensuous breath so explosively red-hot caressing my inner ear made those once scrambling hormones now hurriedly reassemble, but this time with seeming nuclear-powered blasting rockets strapped to their tiny little backs awaiting my command to charge.

But aggravatingly, her pretensions of being this demon spirit seemed to be prevalent in her thoughts. And regardless of visions of lust deliriously swirling inside my head mixed also with this willingness to endear her agenda, I still found it a bit strange when she began informing me of a bizarre tale too absurd to be real.

Her seeming arrogance was adhering itself inside my head tarnishing that once mental image of her that admittedly was placed on a pedestal.

"I was of the human flesh in those days, having been around since before when God first created Adam. I was his first wife actually, not Eve. In those days I went by the name of Lilith."

I excitably stared into her eyes filled with nothing but amorous intent hoping whatever she was talking about was going to lead to some crazy wild sex. My insides were still screaming regardless of getting sidetracked in my efforts to have her. And her powerful pouting upper lip continued drawing my attention in like a magnet. So very patiently I listened to her speak as if a good Boy Scout working on a merit badge promoting good human relations.

"Over many years an evil demon called Samael began impregnating me over and over giving birth to many daughters whose sole functions in life was to be that of a succubus, a half human half demon-like being who has sexual intercourse with men as they slept only to kill them afterward."

Okay, even this is a bit weird for me. The prospect of us copulating just flew out the frigging window. She's sounding as if she might be a few cards short of a full deck.

Regardless of my disillusionment over the way things are developing, suddenly I noticed something inside of her ignite as she spoke. It was a bit strange but this luminous glow began emitting from her face, her eyes in particular, probably from deeper emotion exploding.

Beady eyes now wildly displaying more zeal behind them from when she was actually kissing me. Come to think of it, her eyes looked nothing like they do now, scary crazy eyes full of uncontrollable emotion as if convulsing.

This new energized expressive nature was stimulating the wrong part of me - the insecure part of my brain.

In seemingly being here under false pretense the derision in my head made it difficult to remain fully focused on her or her words. And as a result my thoughts began to wander.

Previous surroundings that were negated because I was so absorbed by Angelina's presence begin to emerge into view. And the very first thing I noticed was the thing closest to me which was once again the table I was lying upon.

But what gave me a brief moment of uneasiness was what I discovered attached to that table that blasted my already beleaguering brain.

"What the hell...?" shockingly responding when discovering I was actually tied down to the table the entire time without realizing it. I was so enamored of Angelina's presence that nothing else truly mattered except for our special moment.

Leather straps that were bound tight round my wrists and ankles with the other ends secured underneath the table to all four legs had my senses recoiling. On impulse I gave my bonds a hard thrust up to see just how secure they were. Disappointingly they seemed putatively so.