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I guess you already know that when somebody asks if you 'wanna take a walk' at midnight, you're not just going to get polite conversation. But then again I was in high spirits, the sort of state that alcohol puts you in; fiery, confident and ready for anything. But I hadn't drunk that much...well, maybe a little more than I should have. It doesn't matter now. Blame it on the stupid drink, or my own naivety, either way I accepted his invitation and dissapeared into the night with the small, well built stranger.

He was polite at first, chatting to me casually about how well the party was going and how nice all the guests looked in their evening attire. The noises of the party gradually faded behind us, the tinkling glasses and the occasional burst of laughter falling on the tree's behind us. The night air was cool but he set a quick pace, taking the well-trodden paths that circled smoothely through the small wood behind my bright house. 'Perhaps he just wants to get to know the area a little better', I judged, 'He has only been living here a few weeks...'

'So how are you liking the neighbour hood?" I ask gently, letting my voice smooth down to hit only slightly detectable seductive tones. He was pretty good looking after all.

"Oh, I'm liking it just fine. Pretty quiet at times but the people are making up for that." He glanced at me sideways and I felt the old butterflies of my teenage years swarm up, giving me the sweet rush of adrenaline that I hadn't recieved since...well...since my teenage years I guess. And that was a while ago now. I smiled, but the nerves shook it up into a grimace. Blushing, I returned my stare to the murky path before me. Suddenly he gasped;

"Don't you think the moons just beautiful?" I looked up. We had come to a small clearing, and I knew that the children from the village had made a treehouse not far from here. The tops of the wary oak trees sighed gently in the wind, their leaves rustling, whispering childishly to eachother about the two strangers standing in reverance beneath. The moon stood bright above them, it's moody light filing down, chastising them for acting so young. It reached out to us, sparkling preciously upon the air, it's light moving down our bodies until it caught my dainty dress shoes sticking in the leaves. I shivvered. Now that we had stopped the night air was beginning to catch against my bare skin. I suddenly realised how skimpy my dress was.

I had bought it the week before, in the sale ofcourse. It caught my eye

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