4 comments/ 5041 views/ 2 favorites Static By: theonlinestalker Frozen in place she began to shiver as horrible thoughts crept into her mind; thoughts that could have possibly prevented any of this from happening. Like most things lately, she had immediately dismissed it as pure coincidence. But she knew that nothing was ever a coincidence; things always happen for a reason. The night sky was covered with diamonds, and gray pillows slowly danced around them. But the stars weren't the brightest thing that night. Even the moon was being upstaged by the events taking place before her very eyes. Less than twenty feet from her club she watched what had been the only home she had known going up in flames. An inferno of colors surrounded by black smoke slowly drifted towards the heavens. The vibrant reds danced around the orange flames as if it were a choreographed number in a musical. Sirens could be heard in the distance approaching rapidly yet they seemed so far away, and the wind whispered in her ear then playfully ran its course down her body. Crystal Springs only has a population of sixty-five hundred people. It's the kind of place where everyone knows everyone else. If one had to compare this diminutive town to that of a popular television show it would be Mayberry, only in color. The only thing in the middle of town was a small movie theater that only had a viewing of three movies every other week and a bowling alley. This weeks showings consisted of the classics; Casablanca, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and Gone with the Wind. The price to see these movies ranged from four dollars for matinees and senior citizens to seven dollars for adults and children. Everything else had been shut down or was in the process of being remodeled, except for the Crystal Springs Police and Fire Department, and what was left of the education system known as school. This too seemed just as practically nonexistent as everything else in town. The worse thing to happen in the last year was that old man Robert's cat got stuck in the tree outside of the middle school. All this was about to change. Misfits Night, an annual masquerade ball held at The Fire Excape, marked the beginning of a chain reaction that couldn't be stopped. The Fire Excape was a warehouse on the outside of town that had been converted into a two-story club in the 1960's. These days there was dancing on the first floor, where the modern sounds of hip hop and rock roared through the crowd. And for those artistic souls on the second floor there was a café. It was filled with tortured poets and love struck drifters who just needed a place to pass the time. Most would probably be considered more of the gothic persuasion. Dressed in mostly black and pouring their hearts out about torture and pain. Some not meant to be taken literally and others vividly worded, as if it were a personal experience. "Angel?" called a gentle voice. Snapping out of the reverie that had become her life she simply stood there before answering. But all that came out was a whimper. "Are you ready?" "Not really," she said as she tried to hold back her tears. Her ebony hair blew in the wind, lightly caressing her face. Though she had tried to suppress her tears, they began to stream down her cocoa tinted cheeks; slowly falling to the ground. The grey blanket that wrapped around her frail shoulders did nothing at all for the cold. Her hands still shook and the only light in her eyes was the reflection of all her hard work and dreams going up in flames. "Angel, it's time." "I'm coming," she called as she once again broke away from her thoughts. Angel McCoy owned The Fire Excape, a club started by Angel's grandfather Thomas McCoy in the late 50's, but back then it was called The Brown Derby. Said to be famous for its music and women. It wasn't until she moved to Crystal Springs in 1991 that the rest of the family decided to invest their time in the business. She was only eight when her mother Rebecca, a renowned author, found out the location of their new residence and decided to write a new novel called Murder in a Ghost Town. A story about a woman named Samantha Rodriguez who was being framed for the murder of three people. Many critics claimed that her novel was a blueprint for murder. Even with the bad press it went on to be a best seller and by the time she reached her thirty-fourth birthday she was known by half the world. More novels followed and life in a small town slowly began to seem possible. Now over ten years later she found it rather disturbing that the fate of her business coincided with the name of her club. A name that was meant to bring meaning into the lives of those wanting to escape the flames of their everyday life and be who they thought they were always meant to be. Walking towards her car she looked back at the club as memories of better days began to attack her subconscious. "Good-bye," she said inaudibly, still standing near the club. "Are you coming?" She nodded her head and wiped away the tears that were still cascading down her cheeks. Once again she said good-bye to her club and turned towards the car. Closing the door behind her she watched as the club was swallowed by the darkness. She would never forget what it had meant to her. It was more than just a building; it was her life and now that it was gone, there wasn't any point in staying in Crystal Springs. She had come to a decision. She was leaving tonight. Just as quick as the thought popped into her head, it was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing. "Hello." "This entire thing is your fault." "Who is this?" "As if you didn't know," answered a snide voice. Starting to panic she hung up the phone, only to have it ring again. Afraid to answer it she simply looked at the caller id. Unknown Caller. Taking a deep breath she once again opened the phone and in a shaking voice answered. "Are you ready to listen?" asked the caller. This time when she listened, she discovered that it was a man. When he spoke his voice hissed into the phone. The anger that flowed through it threatened to poison the very being of her soul. Even though he was on the other end of the phone he sounded distant and there was a noise surrounding his whisper. When she did not answer the caller simply said, "Meet me at 142 Cedar Lane in an hour. Don't be late." Click. The silence was deafening. 142 Cedar Lane? That was her mother's house. The fear that had just clouded her mind was now replaced with a fear for her mother. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to her. Flipping her phone open to dial her mother's number she was baffled when her phone did not work. She had just been on it moments before. She was about to close it, when she stopped briefly to listen to the same sound she had heard only moments before. The distant sound of paper being crumpled against the receiver, only to realize it was coming from her phone. How could that be? Cell phones don't emit sounds when being opened and closed. There is only silence. Dread washing over her she quickly closed her phone once more. "142 Cedar Lane driver and step on it." The sound she heard was static. ******************************** Earlier that day... Angel wiped the sleep from her eyes and continued to work as she tried to stifle a yawn. She had stayed up all night doing inventory and hated every minute of it. Numbers had never been her specialty; especially when under pressure. And right now the pressure was weighing her down like a child carrying building blocks. At this very moment that was exactly what she felt like; a child. She would have loved for someone else to do it for her, but where would she get the money? She had not been in business by herself very long and money was scarce. Instead she had to count every glass, dish, and piece of silverware in the entire club, and she wasn't even remotely close to being finished. Every way she looked at it, she felt as if she was helpless and for a person as hard working as Angel, she had a reason to be exhausted. But she was aware that the day had just begun and something else was bound to happen. As she looked down at her watch she saw that it was seven in the morning. Fighting a losing battle, she finally decided to take a little nap. Engulfed in a hazy dream, Angel began to lose sight of all realms of reality. When she closed her eyes, pictures of a garden flashed before her. The light hit the petals of all the flowers perfectly and the leaves danced around the wind. Laughter filled the air and the sweet song of birds floated towards her. In a small way they comforted her and allowed her to believe everything would be okay. It wasn't until she looked up that she noticed the figure of a man off in the distance. His head was lowered and his hands were shoved in his front pockets. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she walked towards this shadowed figure only to stop when she heard an echo in the distance. Her head turned towards the voice but there was no one there. Again focusing on her intended destination she heard the same voice echoing in her head finally realizing that it was her name. Jolted from her dream she heard the same voice echoing throughout the club. "Angel, has a package arrived for me?" called a frantic voice. "No," she answered wiping the sleep from the corner of her eyes "Are you sure?" "Yes," she managed to say through a yawn. "This package is very important. Are you sure it hasn't arrived?" "Laney, I haven't received any packages, but if I do you'll be the first person to know," Angel said lying her head down on the table once more. "Promise?" "Promise," she mumbled closing her eyes again. Laney has been Angel's best friend since she moved to Crystal Springs. Her five foot four inch frame looked fragile against almost every background, but it was her baby blue eyes that fooled many into believing she was innocent. Innocent she was not. Her skin reminded some of a supermodel who had been out in the sun long enough to get a golden brown tint that everyone she met stared at in awe. These kinds of supermodels were becoming fewer by the season and the perfect look was fading fast. It was obvious that guys found certain characteristics about Laney mesmerizing, and when it came to handling the business she did have her moments, but this was unfortunately not one of them. Her twenty-first birthday had just passed and as the saying goes 'with age comes wisdom'. Unfortunately for Angel, wisdom had not found its way to Laney's doorstep quite yet. Angel, however, was the complete opposite. Her five foot two inch frame made her appear like a dwarf around people, and her brown eyes and black hair reminded many of a china doll. How she hated being compared to a porcelain Barbie. Unlike Laney, when it came to running The Fire Excape she was a pro. Her parents had left the club as well as a condo to her as soon as she turned twenty-one; that was last year. She thought of The Fire Excape as family and she loved it just as her family loved it; unconditionally. Sleeping quietly, Angel was again pulled from her peaceful dream at the sound of her friend's voice. Trying to ignore her, she kept her head on the table. Maybe if she didn't move she would go away and let her sleep, but she doubted it. "By the way, I can not believe you never told me about your new boyfriend." "What?" "Instead I had to hear it from Alexandra," she shrieked. "Sorry, I must have forgotten," Angel said with her head still on the table. Quickly getting over her anger she asked, "So what's he like? What's his name? Where'd you meet him?" "Nice...Dominick Dupree...here." "Dupree? Sounds exotic," she paused and then asked, "Well, is he hot?" Raising her head, she stared at her friend through sleep deprived eyes. She was about to answer when someone knocked on the door and without any hesitation let himself in. Averting their sights to that same spot both were in awe of what was there. A tall, muscular man, with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared to be rolling in some kind of package. He was wearing a blue uniform that resembled the kind mail carriers wear minus the hat. His hair flowed around his face almost in slow motion. And just like a model for Calvin Klein's cologne he smiled and ran his fingers through the golden locks. From all sides he looked like the equivalent of a Greek God. His nametag read 'Tommy' and he had a tattoo of music notes circling his left bicep. Angel's expression changed when she saw that Melanie wasn't there. She called towards where she had been standing but got no response. Seconds later she heard rustling and came to the conclusion that she had disappeared into the storage room. Angel turned towards the enormous package and noticed that the word "Fragile" was printed on it several times. Puzzled she couldn't help but wonder what Laney had ordered. "Is there a Melanie Jacobs here?" called the delivery guy. Bursting from out of nowhere she yelled, "I'm Melanie Jacobs." Without any questions, she quickly ran towards the package, signed the forms he had in his hand, and then instructed him to wheel the box to the bar. She was like a kid at Christmas, but there was something odd about all of this. Still tearing at the box, Laney began to laugh maliciously. Ripping off the tape she gave a breathy sigh and continued to tear at the humungous box. Angel couldn't help but wonder, what she had ordered? "What's in the box, a car?" Angel teased. "Just a few glasses for next week." "What kind of glasses?" "Champagne." "We don't need champagne glasses." "You can never have too many, only bad when you got too few, right?" "Was that English?" She smiled and began unpacking the glasses. Each one sparkled under the florescent lights. Placing them on the counter she hummed to herself. Summer always did something to her. It was a time of love and laughter. But as always her feelings of security and hope faded. "How many?" Angel asked interrupting her train of thought. "Huh?" "How many?" she repeated. "A few hundred." "What?!" Breaking under the pressure that surrounded her subconscious, she began to ramble about how it looked a lot more professional to have the bar decorated with glasses. But the real reason for the outburst was to cover up the fact that she had broken most of the glasses in the back. She needed to replace them before she realized she was missing an entire set. Just as Angel was about to respond there was another knock on the door. Who could it possibly be now? Everyone in Crystal Springs was aware that they were not open until eight p.m. What else had Laney ordered? Maybe this time it really was a car. Slowly walking to the door she looked back at Laney who was admiring the new shipment. Opening the door a tall brunette with hazel colored eyes smiled at her and said, "Hello beautiful." Before she could say anything he picked her up and without hesitating quietly kissed her. The kiss lasted for a few minutes but it seemed to go on for what felt like hours to Angel. He was dressed in a gray suit and was wearing a tie that said, 'I love Chicago!' He appeared to be in his mid-twenties but from where she was standing it was hard to tell. Confused, Laney decided she would go investigate. Quickly walking towards them she was shocked to see that Angel was kissing him back "What do you think you're doing?" asked Melanie. Lowering her to the ground, his eyes never left Angel's. Her arms were still circled around his neck and his hands were gently placed on her hips. Angel's eyes remained fixated on this brown hair, hazel eyed stranger. And she appeared to be smiling. When neither one of them answered her she let out a frustrated moan. Noticing her for the first time since she was placed back on solid ground, Angel turned towards her and said, "Melanie, I want you to meet Dominick. Dominick this is Melanie." With a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes, he smiled and said, "Hello, Melanie." Without any hesitation Laney screamed and hugged Dominick. It wasn't everyday that she met the new guy in her best friend's life. Releasing her iron-tight grip on him, she looked at Angel and winked. "All my friends call me Laney." "Okay...Laney." "That's better...so you're the new boyfriend." Turning towards Angel she whispered, "How come you never told me how hot he was?" Without waiting for her to comment, Laney wanted to know all of the details as to how they met and how long Angel had kept him a secret. She felt she had been deprived for far too long. As they started to give her all of the "details" about how they met Laney began to tell Dominick embarrassing stories about Angel. "When we were younger, Angel used to have this bear named Smokey and when she was scared she would..." A pain coursed through her left leg and she automatically knew Angel had kicked her. That was her subtle way of saying shut up, but today Laney wasn't listening to her warnings. Realizing she wouldn't keep her mouth closed, Angel coughed and began to discuss all of the interesting events that led up to where Laney was. Slowly studying her face his eyes took in the sight of her. His features softened and taking her hand in his he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her palm. The distant ringing of a telephone jolted them. Groaning, Angel instructed him to wait a minute while she answered the phone. In the background Angel's laughter floated towards both Laney and Dominick. She uttered a quick, "See you soon," and hung up the receiver. When she returned to the table, she gave him a reassuring smile; telling him that everything was okay. Despite her reassurance, Dominick quickly rose to his feet and announced that he had to leave. "I forgot I have an appointment this afternoon. I don't want to be late," he said standing to his feet. Dominick lightly brushed aside the bangs that threatened to blind her, smiled and with some hesitation dropped his hand. "Nice meeting you Laney." And without further hesitation he left the club. When he closed the door he looked down took out his phone and read the text message that he had just received. Meet me in half an hour. Placing his phone back in his pocket he rushed to his car and set out on his mystery destination. ******************************** Looking down at her cell phone, Angel's mind began to focus on the situation at hand. Her mother was the only person she had left. Everyone else had died in the fire. And those countless others had not been recovered or identified. No, she had to concentrate on the voice she heard during that call. She had to or she was doomed to walk into a bad situation, that would only get worse by the second. The fire was no longer visible from the window; all that was left was here overactive imagination. She had been staring out of the window for the past ten minutes and still the voice she heard on the phone haunted her. She knew she had heard that voice before, but where? Angel could see her reflection off the window and for the first time in her life she didn't like what she saw. Her long hair fell lifelessly around her face and her brown eyes looked dead. Five minutes passed when she felt the car slowly coming to a stop. She had finally arrived at her mom's house. Time seemed to have slowed down as she opened the door and stepped onto the wet asphalt; trying very hard not to slam her door. Without saying a word she walked right past the blue picked fence and hesitantly opened the front door. She was amazed when she walked in to find that almost every inch of his house looked as if someone had ransacked it. The navy blue curtains that draped over all the windows in the living room were lying lifelessly on the floor, and the television was knocked over with the picture of an infomercial flickering. Walking over to the couch she bent down and picked up a piece of paper with the words Read Me written on it. Static "Come upstairs," she read aloud. Angel's hands began to shake as she looked in the direction she had to walk. Letting a ragged breath escape her mouth, she looked around the enormous room and decided that she couldn't waste anymore time. She slowly began her ascent up the creaky stairs when she heard a voice just ahead of her. "Stop," he said in a calm, emotionless voice. "Where is my mother," she asked without thinking about her own safety. Taking a step toward her she heard an audible whisper that she recognized. It was Laney. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she realized that her friend had not perished in the fire. That she was indeed, alive and well. But there was something different about her. Something not quite the same. Before she could express her concerns she noticed there was someone following her down the stairs. A man. She stumbled back trying to keep her balance as her eyes searched his face. This had to be a dream she told herself, and at any minute someone would walk in and wake her up. But no one did. Her biggest fear had been confirmed. The person she was staring at was Dominick. His hands firmly wrapped around the butt of a handgun. His eyes glared at Angel as a tear slid down her cheek. Had he killed her mother? And what was he going to do to Laney? Even worse...her? But what happened next was beyond her wildest dream. Laney turned around and kissed him. A passionate, fire consuming, kiss; the kind you see in movies where there is romantic music gradually swelling in the background. Then without hesitation, he pulled the trigger and shot her in the chest. Her body thudded the entire way down the stairs where she took her final breath lying in a pool of her own blood. Then looking into my eyes he smiled and said, "She was never fun anyway." He had just taken a person's life and bragged about it as if she were nothing. But my confusion had not lessened at this point. And all she could see was this senseless act of violence, and the limp body of a friend in the middle of my mother's living room. "Why?" she asked. "Well it wasn't easy," he began. "Don't worry...your mom's not here. It's just you and me. Alone at last." "But why?" "You honestly don't know?" "Know what!" she spat out as viciously as he had taken my friends life. "Payback," he began, "it's all about the payback." "I don't understand." He jumped the last two steps pushing her down on the ground next to Laney. The smell of her blood threatened to choke Angel and even when she closed her eyes she could still see her eyes looking through me. Pleading with Angel to help her, but she's no where to be found. Dominick's breath was hot and smelled of alcohol. The gun still in his hand, now pointed at Angel's head. "You ruined my life you bitch!" Sobbing she simply asked how. How had she ruined the life of a man whom until recently she had not known? It didn't make any sense. "It was a business trip you went on. Pretty little thing you were too. Hair pulled back into a ponytail; had to have been nineteen, maybe twenty." "But..." "Shut Up!" She cringed, but stopped talking. "We were on our way to our rooms when you spotted me with another woman. Only to find out she wasn't my girlfriend. Yes, then my hair was different and I was sixty pounds heavier. But you found it quite amusing watching her call me— what was it she called me?" "I don't know," she managed to get out. "Sure you do," he whispered pulling the hammer back. "What was it?" "Stay-Puff." "Right...I remember now. She called me a fucking marshmallow man. I might as well have been called the fucking Michelin man," he said pressing the pistol harder into her head. "Please." "That's right, beg for your life. It won't help. I wanted you to want me. To need me like air. After I burned your club down with all those people, I knew I had to finish it." "And Laney?" "Her. The little whore helped me. But as I said, she was never any fun. Consider her pure entertainment." "You don't have to do this," she pleaded, closing her eyes. "Too late." Bang. Everything went dark and there was nothing but pure silence. And the slight sound of static in the distance. Will you be next? That's today's episode of Murder in a Ghost Town. Did Angel meet her demise or was it all just another game of cat and mouse? Find out next week. I'm your host, Chris Walker. Static In My Head Aaron and I met on a cool November night outside Georgetown, in front of one of the water fountains in the old part of town. We had talked online the night before, sharing private information regarding our likes, dislikes, past history, the usual. The instant message turned into over five hours of conversation. He was funny, smart, interesting, wild, and unique, you name it. When we were to meet, I arrived at the fountain and waited, alone, for a few minutes. I was anxious and very afraid. This was the first time I had met a man from off the Internet. A stray dog was my only companion for minutes. Suddenly, a voice shouted through the darkness, "Hey Dummy!" I looked up and saw 2 hooded figures sauntering toward me. Immediately, I became guarded, ready to bolt at the first sign of weirdness. The two men walked up and the one that yelled, said, "You went to the wrong fountain dummy!" Apparently, there are two fountains in town. Who would have known? I realized that it was Aaron and immediately, my fear melted. He introduced me to his friend, Ricky, and he walked us to my car. I drove to the top of the hill, dropped Aaron's friend off at his car, and our date began. We decided to go eat at a little Italian restaurant and then see a movie at the cinema down the street. The food ended up being terrible but we survived with obscure conversations about my homosexual friend, my family, his navy career and life in New Jersey, which he had just relocated from to Georgetown. It was a warm night but he wore a trench coat and a toboggan, the ultimate Jersey boy look so I was informed. His goatee and hair were perfect, his hands and nails were immaculate, and overall, he was the hottest man I had ever met. Our chemistry was immediate. When we left the restaurant, I felt the urge to kiss him right there, to test the chemistry right out but resisted the urge for the right timing. When we arrived at the theater, we decided the only movie worth watching was the Harry Potter movie, which had came out at the beginning of the week. I think we were the only adults in the theater. I have the habit of biting my fingernails when I'm nervous, and to be totally honest, I couldn't have been more nervous if I was standing trial for murder or whatnot. He grabbed my hand from my mouth and held it for the rest of the movie. I took that as a sign so I adjusted myself to where I was more comfortable. Casually, I swept my leg up over his and let him make the assumptions from then on. And did he ever make an assumption. I'm very glad no kids set next to us. Ever so slowly, he inched his free hand closer and closer to the crotch of my pants. Finally there, he expertly teased me over my jeans for the duration of the movie, which I didn't see much of in the end. After a few minutes, I decided that all was fair in love and war so I reciprocated the pleasure. Slowly, I worked my way to his crotch and began to massage his member until I felt him bulge under my hands. All too soon, the movie was over and the house lights were coming up. We looked at each other with coy smiles and stood up to leave. Checking out his crotch, I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his obvious erection. He realized what was so funny and quickly closed his trench coat. It's a good thing he had that with him! When we got to the car, it was very cold. We got in and I informed him that we'd have to let the car warm up or it might die on the way back to his apartment. He smiled and said "Good." Not even a second later, his lips were pressed to mine in the most romantic, sexual kiss I have ever had to pleasure to enjoy. At that point, I decided he was definitely a professional at this game. When we parted, my breath was gone and static had started to pulse in my head. He smiled and I pulled him in again by his collar. "I want more," I whispered in his ear as we parted the second time. He nodded and smiled once more, a smile that I always see in my dreams. I couldn't drive the couple miles to his apartment fast enough as far as I was concerned. I wanted him. I needed him! I couldn't take it. When we got to his apartment, he had to unlock two doors and it felt like eternity before we finally made it inside. I walked into his sparsely furnished apartment and watched him as he shut the door. Again, as he walked across the room, I watched him, as a cat watches her prey. He knew I watched him, and he liked it. Leading toward the bedroom, he flipped on the light and showed me his room. There was a mattress, lying on the floor, and his entire luggage of clothes stacked in a neat pile on the other side of the room. A small table stood at the end of the mattress and that was it. The light was dim enough to be sexy so I turned to give him a coy smile. He watched me look at him for a moment and then leaned in to kiss me. It was as if the Heavens parted and a miracle was performed when he kissed me. Truly, he was an angel or maybe a saint. Surely he was supernatural because he consumed me. Slowly, we stripped each other to the flesh. First, I peeled off his shirt and ran my nails lightly over his smooth, shaved chest. Then, I pulled away from his kiss and slowly kissed my way from his neck to his throat. Inch by inch, I kissed and bit my way down his chest, licking each nipple in turn and then traveling to his navel. At the same time, his kisses on my neck and throat lit my body on fire. When I reached his pants, he pulled me back to him and pulled off my shirt. I raised my arms and let him pull it off. Softly, he kissed the inside of my breast, the spot of cleavage that showed through my v-neck all through dinner and the movie. Reaching behind me, he unclasped my black lace bra and I let it fall to the floor. "Wow," he mumbled as he cupped my breast in his hands. I laughed nervously. "Everyone's always told me more than a handful is a waste," I managed to say. As he kissed his way over each breast and nipple, biting and sucking and biting again, he mumbled, "No way." Our conversation ended there for the time being. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my knees, not wanting to move and pull away from his mouth on my nipples. He pulled away anyways and pushed my jeans to the floor. He smiled approvingly at my purple thong and pulled it down to expose my womanhood. In turn, he unbuttoned his jeans and removed them as well. He left his boxers on for the moment, I slid out of my socks and was entirely naked, and entirely his for the taking. Moving to the mattress, kissing once more, he laid me down gently. His hands roamed all over my body, causing me to tremble and shake involuntarily. When he reached my sex, he slowly ran his fingers around the outside of my lips, just as he had done in the theater. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. He opened my wet lips and stroked my inside with powerful strokes that nearly sent me to the edge. All too soon, he stopped to return to kissing me. As he pulled his self on top of me, I felt his erect member through his boxers. I remember thinking it was the most erotic feeling I had ever felt. He resumed his passionate kissing and massaging of my breast. I wanted him more than ever. I grabbed his cock through his boxers and gently massaged it. Up and down, I rubbed vigorously. Finally, he removed the boxers and I took his cock in my hand again. This time, I could feel the precum on the tip and used it to wet the sensitive tip. I pushed him so that he saw I wanted him to lie on the bed. When he did, I slid down his body and took control. I squeezed his cock and pumped it while he lay back to enjoy for a while. I quickly decided to go for a great first impression. I leaned over him and firmly held his cock. Then, sensually, began to lick the tip. I licked the whole pole and the balls. When it was all wet, I blew on it lightly. He moaned at the cold sensation. Finally, I stuck the whole thing in my mouth, clear to the abdomen. I heard him sigh as I sucked and sucked. Watching him, I learned within seconds what he liked and what he didn't like. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and pulled me to his mouth for a deep kiss. He flipped me over and without warning, spread my legs, and entered. The pain I felt was nothing to the euphoria I received for the rest of the ride. The man was a bucking bronco with the stamina of the energizer bunny. We pumped harder and harder until spots formed in front of my eyes. I cried when I orgasmed, and he wasn't even finished. We kept going for another 20 minutes in which I came again, just as powerful as the first. We lay there, sweaty and tired and content, wrapped in each other's arms. The room had the powerful smell of sex and I bet the neighbors thought someone was dying when I cried out. Aaron amazed me. Later, we shared a shower where he lathered me and washed my hair and did all the things that I could never fathom someone else doing for me. I went back to him almost every night and stayed the night almost every time. I couldn't get enough of him. We had fun, played around. I tried to get him to play board games but the were no fun with just two people. We cooked and went to the grocery store. My thoughts continually revolved around Aaron. The second night, Aaron confided in me that he had been in jail for some time and that he was married but in the process of getting a divorce. He told me he never wanted to get attached to another woman because he got hurt too easily. I was upset at the fact that he was married but I let it go. I confided in him about my difficult childhood and dismal past boyfriends. And I silently hoped he would change his mind about not wanting to get attached to another woman because after just one night, I was hooked on the man. Days went by and then weeks. He still couldn't get his company off the ground, wasn't making an income, and was getting frustrated. Mid December, he called and told me he couldn't take it any longer. He was sorry but he had to move back to New Jersey. I drove to his apartment and cried the whole way there. I didn't want him to leave me. And that was the only way I saw it. He wasn't leaving a business adventure; he was leaving ME. I didn't know it then but the pain in my chest was my heart breaking. We said our goodbyes and I tried my hardest not to cry in front of him. I broke down right before he went inside and he couldn't take it. He hugged me tight one last time and bolted inside. He watched me from the window as I drove away. I stared at my rearview mirror as long as possible to see if he ran after my car, to stop me, to tell me he made a mistake or was only joking, that he was staying. He didn't run after my car. I cried the whole way home, cried myself to sleep that night, and cried for weeks after. I still cry from time to time. It hurts just as much now as it did then. Only now, the pain is a dull stab instead because I'm used to the feeling. The static in my head grows and dies, depending on the day. Sometimes I think it might take over my brain and then move on to take over my soul. Aaron has talked to me a couple times since then, just enough to string me along. I miss him more with each day. Even now, I am teary eyed and lonely. I've finally moved away from the area, hoping to put to rest the demons in my head and heart but so far, it isn't working. I wonder if the static is in his head too. I wonder if he feels a piece of him is missing since he left Georgetown. I know a piece of me has gone for good. That part might just be my sanity. If he ever comes back to my life, my brain tells me not to let him back in because he'll only leave again. But my heart says, "So what? That's just one more memory that you have of him. " If he ever comes back to me, I'll love him as much then as I do now, if not more. I miss him. I want him. I need him. I guess that's the way it has to work. I don't know why we can't be together. Maybe he really was an angel and he was called back to the Heavens. Whatever, the fact is, I love him with all my heart and everyday, another piece of that heart dies because it breaks. How long do I have before I have no heart left to give? How long do I have to wait for my soul mate to love me back? How long...