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Chapter One The Room With A Name
When I turned around I found myself in an unfamiliar place. A place filled with people that seemed to be locals to the establishment. The bartender was feverishly filling orders and the waitresses were at the station trying to avoid the hands constantly grabbing at them. I too was feeling an ever so slight touch on my thigh as I walked by the bar and proceeded down the hall.
I noticed rooms, many rooms, all with name placards that didnt really explain the rooms existence. One said Wood Storage. I was intrigued. I opened the door and peered into the foggy, dimly lighted room.
I looked over to one wall and saw 2 people sitting nearly naked on a velvet couch. They were taking time touching one another, very methodically, very intentionally. They were making certain that every part of the others body is touch, felt, understood.
In the center of the room was a pile of wood. Lights focused near the center, illuminating the wood into shapes and shadows that seem sharpen on the walls and dance in the tapestry hanging in different places about the room.
Gentle moans and pulsating rhythms weaken the music playing. Large round cushioned areas filled the area around the wood and the vision of naked bodies, embracing the medley.
I felt captivated. I felt watched as if they wanted me to join in. Then I felt tugging, gentle tugging of my clothes.
The calm way of inviting me in, soon turned more aggressive. They started pulling me nearer the wood. Passing naked lovers entwined in each other. My clothes began to lose the fit in which they started and I began to help the disrobement as I locked eyes on a woman. To me, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
She had long silky hair, styled up with wisps framing her face. Her olive skin gave her natural highlights showing her deep brown eyes. The eyes that no one can lie to. The ones that all painters aspire to paint. She saw me as well. With a slight grin and her hand reaching towards me, I compelled myself to join her.
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