Whispers in the Night

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. A figure moved silently through the shadows, her black hair cascading down her back as she made her way to her rendezvous. She was a woman of substance, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that radiated from her very core. She was an Indian beauty, a babe in the prime of her life, and she knew what she wanted. He was waiting for her in the dimly lit room, his body tense with anticipation. He had been thinking about