The Black Widow

We waited expectantly. Her entrance was pure drama and she was every bit as beautiful and alluring as people said. She sat at the bar in her long, sleek, black dress. Everyone wanted to stare but daren’t. Instead, they looked at their drinks, hoping they would be the one.

Her sensuous eyes drifted slowly across the room looking for tonight’s playmate. There was a hush as she glided across the room stopping at our table. She whispered in my ear and I followed knowing that resistance would be futile.

The coming hours would be sensational.

Ending in a painful death.


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