How it all started… One day I was a high school teacher on su a relatively uneventful but happy life Or so I told myself Later, I’d question that, as I would question prettyI knew about an when ht it to e auction sho she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expired Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the inti unco her privacy Why had she let these items so neatly packed, possessions that she clearly cared about deeply, be lost at an auction? Driven to find out by so, to discover this woman’s life, and yes, read her journals---dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading Once I started, I couldn’t stop I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare experience on my own, compelled by the three men in her life, none of who dark entry lefthad happened to this woman I had to find her and be sure she was okay Before long, I was taking her job for the su her life, and she was nowhere to be found I was beco her The dark, passion it becoallery, where I have always drea, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of several men, all of which I envision as one I’ve read about in the journal But there is one man that will call to me, that will awaken edly sexy artist, Chris Merit, ants to paint me He is rich and fa, but I do I so do I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction Chris is dark, and so are his desires, but I cannot turn away He is daood looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me I need him All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even knowmyself -- do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more