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  • The seduction was slow, each request
    only went a bit further than the last and
    the horror of what was happening didn't
    strike me at that time.

    Justin Berry

    I could feel the pull, as though a serpent was whispering to me:

    "Hey you! You need me, and you know it. If you just give me a chance,you will love me. Just one chance. I will make you so happy, so content, and I will drown you in pleasure."

    I turned away, hoping to remove the temptation from my field of vision, hoping I could pretend that the pull was not there, hoping that my interest and attraction did not show, and could not be felt. But there were butterflies in my stomach, and visions of unimagined sensual delights had captured my overactive imagination.

    More whispering: "Oh come on! It's summer after all! You deserve a secret summer fling! Come over here. Let's go to your house and you will never regret it. No one will know. I can come home with you right now, and we can enjoy each other all afternoon!"

    Ah, I thought! I am in trouble now! "No one will know!" Isn't it always the promise of anonymity that gets us into trouble? The hidden rendez-vous, the sneaky nooner, the hasty coupling in a Motel 6.

    I remember a line in a Reza Abdoh play: "Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels marvelous." I could feel myself slipping into darkness. What, I wondered, is happening to my vows, my reason, my firm resolve not to slide into situations just like this, my relationship to my....inner self? What about that?"

    "No one will know." Oh, I thought, Guardian Angels please come and just airlift me out of this vortex of desire, this beckoning seduction, this enchantment. But I had crossed a boundary, and was ready to transgress, go AWOL, descend into the depths of unchecked appetite, lose my dignity and sense of honor in a willful orgy.

    "You need me, and you know it. I am here for you, for YOU! I was made for you. We belong together!You will love me, I promise."

    Like Eve when she decided to bite into the fatal apple, I fell, tumbled, cascaded, snowboarded, surfed, sprinted head on into the seduction of it all, throwing caution and care to
    the wind, ready to lose everything in a few moments of clandestine bliss, that no one would ever know about, and which I could pretend never happened.

    "OK," I said. "You got me! I may regret this for the rest of the year, but hey, this kind of opportunity only comes around on rare occasions. And as you say: 'No one will ever know.'"

    I looked around to see if anyone had seen this furtive interchange, but no one, it seemed, knew that a major seduction was in the works. Life went on as though I was not in flames
    of anticipation, longing, attraction. I felt like my hair was on fire.

    And again, the killer hook up line: "No one will know!"

    I stepped into it, stepped up to the deli counter, and stared longingly at a tray of three cheeze oozing, enchilada sauce smothered, stone ground corn tortilla layered black bean
    enchiladas, smiling up at me, ready to rob me of my resolutions and honor. How long had it been since indulging in this guilty pleasure? Too long! Too long!

    "C'mon, Babe! No one will know."

    Eve bit the apple. "I'll take one of THOSE," I said, pointing.

    (Photo by Alex at the annual local hot rod show)
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