Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Danse macabre, she repeated back to him. Indeed. I have the steps you speak of. They are not practiced or rehearsed. Some of the best moments in life arent though. To be caught up in the moment, swept higher and higher, to feel the rise of energy, of happiness, and to ride the unknown like a wild stallion can be the ultimate dance my friend. Sometimes we get burned as we dance so close to the ring of fire we find ourselves in. Are you willing to dance so close to those flames that you might just get burned? Molly rested against her hands that gripped the pole. The carousel still pulled them forward in a perpetual circle. Thought it appeared they were going nowhere, nothing could be further from the truth. Even as the ride came to its conclusion, their dance was still moving forward. She took his hand and glided down from the horse. There was something about him. Was it his clothing? No. She had seen similar before in magazine and television shows. No one she knew would afford such fine material. Was it his body? No. Oh he was handsome. That much was apparent to anyone who looked at him. She couldnt deny she had taken in certain attributes about him more than once since they had met. Was it his eyes? To her, they were his weakest point. They eyes let so much go that most people didnt realize. You could gaze into a persons eyes and see their soul, or so the old saying lent one to believe. Try as she might, she could not see his soul though. What she did see was curious warmth. Thats it. He wants to see as much as I want to experience. He was curious about death, and he answered her search. This man in black was serious. He wanted to know and was on his own search. The alternative was something she didnt want to believe, and even if it was the case, she didnt care. This man could be a sadist, a natural killer, and she was just setting herself up to be his next victim. He might not even pay a dime to kill her. She didnt care. Already she knew something about him. So he wasnt a total stranger. Did she believe that was the case? No. Hes not like that, she decided as she held his hand, making it through the crowd of people. His car loomed ahead of them, and it wasnt until they were close to it that she realized it belonged to him. Impressive. Do you always let your money talk for you? Your clothes? Your desire to pay for.this? Now your car that is going to take us to your estate? Tell me. Does your money always buy you what you want? Before he could answer, she flashed him a smile. Come with me. Lets take another way home. We could walk some of the way, if its far. Then a cab the rest of the way. Ill see your world, your estate, but I want you to see mine as well, and riding in something like this, certainly isnt part of it. Were going to get to know each other after all. How about we start with a walk and a cab ride? She turned toward the beach the pier rested on before extending out towards the ocean. Come on. I love walking on the beach. The sand between my toes, the cool water rushing over the top of my feet. If youre not up for a walk and a cab ride, at least indulge me this. We can spend some time on the beach and then head to your estate. By then, perhaps you will be ready for lunch. I can cook you know. No, she paused. You wouldnt know that, but now you do. I dont just play waitress. I know how to cook Johnny. What do you say? Come away with me?