Louise’s heels click across the cobblestones in the courtyard. She stops for a moment to enjoy the view that usually manages to entrance her. The moonlight glitters on the silvery water as it cascades from the beautiful Venus’ marble hand into the bowl of the fountain below. On any other occasion she would linger and enjoy the sensuous touch of the cool water running over her wrist, enjoy the wonder of the moonlight sanctuary, but tonight, she was unsettled. She woke up this morning with the feeling that something was going to happen. Something utterly life changing, something she had not planned for. Louise hates not being in control, but as the youngest daughter in a long line of women with the gift, she has learned from a very early age to pay heed to her intuition.

 As she had awakened, her skin had been tingling, the nerve ends announcing their presence in no uncertain terms. Throughout the day, this feeling had intensified, until she was ready to scream, crawl out of her skin, anything if this would just stop. Actually it would have been strange if she were not caught up in this feeling of intense anticipation. Tonight she finally meets Craig face to face, and while she was trembling inside with excitement, she was also dreading the moment.

 She had met him in a chat-room, built a friendship that had seen her through some difficult situations and was ready to meet him and take it to the next level. The flirting and virtual sex, although incredible, was no longer enough. It left her feeling well satisfied but empty. She needs to see him, to get to know the language of his eyes, his body, his soul. She has to touch his essence. It felt strange though, meeting someone, when you’ve already been so intimate with that person, knowing his deepest thoughts as he knew hers and still be strangers. She hopes that they will fall into the easy camaraderie; they shared online, in real life as well.

 Coming to a stand in front of the bar’s heavy wooden door, Louise draws a deep breath and enters, searching the room until she finds him in the crowd. His blond hair was easy enough to spot and he looked just like the photo she has saved from one of their many conversations. Her eyes meet his, he must have been watching the entrance, and stepping down the stairs, she smiles.

 Craig stares, transfixed, as she moves toward him. Incapable of moving, he felt as if a hand has crushed his chest. “My God, she is beautiful,” he thinks, his light blue eyes glittering with excitement. The webcam has not done her justice. The air that comes alive with her warmth was not transmitted through the technology that has brought them together. He wants to sweep her away, there and then, jealous of sharing her with anyone, he wants to keep her somewhere safe, his own private source of light. “Whoa, where had that come from?” A little voice screamed in his head. “Hold your horses, she might not want anything but friendship.”

  Louise steps up to Craig and taking his hand in hers, her fingers caressing his, palm rubbing against palm, she leans into his body and kisses him softly on his lips. “Hallo lover. How are you?”

The ice broken, Craig, bends her arm, his hand still entwined with hers, around to her back and pulls her flush against him. Bringing her right up against his body, her breasts crushed against