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Gavin ~ Seduction And Always On My Mind

The next few days passed in a flurry of motions, many things happened and moving was brought up for the first time. I was debating on making another go of my marriage, or at least pretend to for the kids' sake. The

It was clear that we both would live our separate lives.

Gavin kept coming to me in my sleep and I don't know how many times I must have called his name out in my sleep. On the tenth night after my last visit I had yet another very strong dream that unsettled me. Enough indeed to share it with one of the "friends" I had made in church.

Over a cup of coffee I recounted my dream to her.

"I went into the club and was giving a box once again, only this time it was a very large box. I took it and thanked the kid at the door. When I opened it, I found a dress inside.

I went into the Ladies-room and slipped it on. In my dream I noticed how well it fit me and that it appeared to have been tailored to fit my measurements. The material was hugging each of my curves almost lovingly. It was of the purest white, with the pearls and rhinestones forming an interesting pattern, similar to a spell charm out of a magic-book. As I looked into the mirror, I noticed that my hair had changed and that I now had long brown hair. A dark rich color. It hung in loose curls down my back and only held in check on my head with a Tiara. I wore long gloves, the whole ensemble giving me the appearance of a royal bride. I stepped into the club and everyone parted ways.

The music was playing and I knew that the music was playing just for me this time. I danced and allowed myself to get lost in the sounds, this time it was Frank that came up to me and caught me around the waist. I laughed at him, not feeling any threat. Frank leaned down and spoke to me in low tones just as Gavin would have done.

You need to leave, you don't belong in this place and you will end up being the end of Gavin. Those of the Night cannot be with those of the Light. Look how you shine and disturb the peace of this place.

I looked around and noticed that everywhere I had stepped, light pure and white were shooting up

into the air.

Gavin came toward me, but could not get within the reach of me. I was surrounded purely by the

light and it seemed to hurt his eyes and body.

I touched him and he screamed in agony, yet reached out to me and held on for dear life. The contact was torture for him. I could see it and tried to get him to break the hold, but he would not let go.

"No", he screamed at me, " don't let go. Warm me; it only hurts because I have not felt for so long." In my dream I spat out blood, but no matter where the blood would hit, it would fall right of me and the dress would remain white.

I woke up, tears falling over my face."

I was crying in earnest, the sobs shaking my body.

My friend told me that the dream showed me as the bride of Christ and that I was bringing the children of darkness back home, but I did not believe her. I knew that the dream meant something other then what I was being told.

Still I felt better having shared the dream with another.

I returned to the club the following Saturday, wearing the necklace that Gavin had sent me, snugly around my neck.

As I entered the club, the youngster handed me a box the size and shape of that of my dream.

My heart was raising and I was afraid to open it.

As I was finally overcome by curiosity and opened the box, my heart threatened to stop.

Inside was the ensemble from my dream. With it was a floor length black velvet cape. I went to the Ladies-room as I had done in my night fancy and put my dress on. It fit me like the caressing hands of a lover. To my relief I noticed that my hair had remained the deep auburn color that I had dyed to.

I walked across the candle lit room, my long auburn hair billowing out behind me like a silken curtain.

The room was filled with men and women. A Menagerie of various darkly erotic moods. Body seemingly pressed against black or gothic clothed body. The heat of the Bodies reminding me of the embraces of multitudes of lovers in passionate embraces, yet I cleaved my way through their midst so easily it was reminiscent of a hot knife sliding its way through butter.

Was it a trick of my mind or was I truly hearing the beating of those many hearts in perfect rhythm?

By Regina Sunderland - I was born in Germany and came to the USA in 1988. I have traveled all over the United States and had the pleasure to reside in several different states. Writing and Art has been a particular passion of mine...  

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