Lesson 7 – First Draft

Two people walk through a graveyard at night

“Here lies Mary Richards. Looks as good a place as any to me.”

“She's got a nice patch of grass on her, but I want to go further in. We can still see the street lamps from here.”

“You don't want to add voyeurism to our little fun, eh?”

That's right boy, no witnesses is exactly what I want. But only one of us is going to have any fun.

He continued reading the occasional epitaph. “John Stevens. He came and went too soon. You won't have to worry about me cumming too soon babe. I can go all night if need be.”

“Don't worry, we won't need that long.”

“What was that?”

Dammit, I said that out loud? I'm getting sloppy. How to cover... “I said I hope you're quite long.” He'll buy that. All college boys think they're Adonises. God's gift to woman.

“You'd best believe it. Hey babe, I can't see the streetlights anymore. What do you say we drop here, and do what we came to do?” Oh, you'll drop soon enough.

“It's too open here. Hey, is that a mausoleum? That'd be perfect for the things I intend to do to you.”

“A... mausoleum? Why inside one of those? Aren't they all cold and hard stone?”

“You never know, we could be surprised.” I leaned in a little closer and began to whisper in his ear. “Besides, for the things I want to do to you, a bench would really help. Unless you're scared...”

“Me? I ain't scared of nothing.”

“You're not? That's good.” You will be soon enough. “Then come along you big strong man, let's see if we can find a way inside.”

Pulling my hand from his I jog to the door. A padlock huh?

“What was that sound?” He asks as he places his hands on my hips.

“Just part of the door.” I spin in his grip, pulling him in for a kiss so he doesn't see the broken bits of metal as they fall from my hand. “Mm, this is gonna be fun. How about you be the big strong man you are, and clear out any spiders before I go in.”

“Don't worry babe, I'll make sure none of the big bad bugs touch you.” With a smile he releases me and opens the door. It never hurts to stroke their egos one last time. One final kindness for them.

“No spiders in here babe, but there is a bench.”

“Perfect. Why don't you sit down, get yourself comfortable. No, leave your pants on for now. Just relax and let me do all the work.” I do love the stupid grin they always get when I say that. Pulling on the loose strings of my top, the knot slips as I walk behind him. “No, keep facing forward, I want to surprise you.”

“Oh, whatever you're doing with your tongue on my neck feels soooo good. And it smells like peppermint. You have any more mints?”

Other than pulling his shirt down, I don't answer him. Moving my mouth down the length of his spine, I extrude more anesthetic from my tongue.

“Oh yeah, that feels so relaxing. Hold on a sec babe, I can't feel my legs anymore. Babe? Stop kissing my back babe, I think I've got a problem here. Oh my god, I can't lift my arms now either. Babe? Are you listening to me?”

“Oh, I'm listening to you. And if you could feel your arms now, well, I'd be a little worried.”

“What? What are you talking about? Who... what are you?”

“Little old me?” I reply as I move his body around so that he's now laying on the bench. “I'm the stuff of nightmares, born from dreams of the tortured and twisted. And soon, my brethren will add you to their ranks. The only thing you can do now, is pray. Because no one's going to hear your prayers when you find yourself in the hell I'm from.”