There's a shift in the warm air. It's pleasant and strumming over my nerve endings as the low clack of heels greets my ears. I don't turn to face her when she's close. Instead, I inhale deeply, and the sweet scent of freesia overtakes my senses. Like a vine wrapping around me, it binds my limbs while I throb for the petite beauty with a hunger that's near maddening. I want to eat her alive. Consume and gorge myself on what's been denied...