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                           Kissing You Goodnight
                              By The Stranger


Leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
         Ben Johnson, To Celia

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
                   Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus

     Her hot lips reached out for his.  Their lips swayed upon each
others, their tongues danced with moisture.  His hands slipped
under her thigh and pushed her forwards towards the doorway of his
apartment.  She moaned as her back hit the wall, as the pain
excited her.  His hands moved slowly down the side of her leg as
his lips glided across her neck.  She threw her head back and the
top of her long blond hair rested on the door.  Up and down the
front of her neck his lips caressed.  Her stomach burned with
desire and her chest heaved with rapture.
     He placed one of his hands down the front of his coat, into
the pocket looking for the keys.  The hallways were empty as he
knew they would be.  The keys felt cold to his warm touch as he
brought them out and allowed his fingers to search for the doors
lock.  
     Her body was throbbing, moving back and forth, as her head
bounced all around feeling his touch.  Inside she was jelly, scared
and excited at the same time.  Swaying just to stay standing,
hoping he would hold her, embrace her and come inside her.  Her
eyes glanced across the hallway, they stood looking for intruders. 
Their was no one else here, and what surprised 
her was a feeling she had that she wanted people to watch, wanted
the hallway to be filled with envious on lookers.  She wasn't
ashamed, she was enthralled.  She felt sexual, young.  She had 
thought she lost those emotions years ago at an alter in Boston,
but now they were back again.  
     Gingerly, he moved her out of the keys way and unlocked the
door.  He placed the cold keys back into the warmth of his jacket
and placed his hand onto the doors handle and turned.  The door
clicked open and with his foot he kicked it open completely.  He
clenched her arms in his hands and led her inside. 
     She almost fell inside as he tugged her in.  She wanted to be
down on her knees, embraced to him, not making love, but having
sex.  
     The room was dark and he never reached for a lightswitch.  A
ray of moonlight peeked in like a pervert through a naked window. 
Another glow of light came from a small light over the stove in the
kitchen.
     She could see his face against the moons light.  His dark hair
hid most of his forehead but not his eyes.  His eyes got her here. 
She never stopped to think why she was here.  She was Pam Austin,
Mr. Phillip Austin's wife, Tammy and Joseph Austin's mother, and
thirty-three years old.  He was a man she had met walking on the
street, a man who never introduced himself.  A man with silvery
eyes.  Eye's that did the speaking when the mouth didn't know the
words.  Eye's that urged you to follow though you were walking into
the dark.  Eye's that told you, you were lost though you felt like 
you knew where you were.  His eyes scared her, called to her, and 
most of all sexually excited her.  
     He brought her close to her and kissed her hard.  She closed
her eyes and got lost in the man.  His hands rubbed against her
back, itching their way up the spine, enjoying the feel of the
curve.  Her lips encupped his chin, feeling the tickle of the five
o'clock shadow.  She was shivering as her urge for him grew harder. 
He put his fingers on the top of her shirt and unbuttoned each
button slowly.  Pam reached into his shirt and felt the bulk of his
muscles moving with everything he did.  He threw her shirt over her
shoulders and she lowered her arms and allowed the shirt to fall to
the ground.  He moved her hands away from him and brought his own
hands down, lifting his t-shirt off and throwing it off to a side. 
She put her fingers in his chest hairs and watched as they played
with every string.  He put his hand over her shoulder, grabbing on
to the bra strap and placing in on the side of her arm.  The
buttons on the back of the bra came undone next and she lifted her
arms straight up as he raised the bra away from her heaving breast. 
     He touched her, his fingers rolling gently over her breast at
first and then his hands felt her breast completely, holding the
two balls of flesh against his palms.  The nipple was hard as he
lowered his head and raised his lips over it.  Again she threw her
head back and released a moan out of the bottom of her stomach.  
     His eyes darted from her chest to her face, watching her eyes
and what he was doing at the same time.  Her ribs were like a tight
skirt against her skin as he moved his hand up and down 
her stomach.  His mouth was filled with her breast and his eyes
were shining, almost glowing now.  The pants he was wearing became
looser as he felt her reaching down, unbuttoning the top button.  
     His head lifted from her chest and went back up to her face
where he continued to roll his tongue up and down every crevice. 
Her hand was down in his pants and she let out a loud moan, a
scream perhaps and he knew it was time.  His left hand left her
body for the moment and reached back into his overcoat which had
fallen next to them.  
     She was wondering why they weren't naked yet when she felt
something cold touch her back.  Something sharp was running up and
down the curve of her back.  She tried to move back from him but
she was caught in his arms.  She looked at his eyes.  His eyes
looked lost in another world.  The silver specks in his eyes were
sparkling now.  She felt a small piercing feeling on her back.
     "What are you doing?" She whispered.  
     "Kissing you goodnight" he moaned.  His left arm rose from
behind her and the knife he held pounded forward into her back
until the point of the blade barely poked out the front of her
stomach.  He put his lips across the entire hole of her mouth and
kissed her hard.  He watched as her eyes fell forward, looking like 
they would pop out at any moment.  She tried to scream but could 
only release a hissing noise.  The knife withdrew from inside her 
and back in the air it was thrown and then again it was hoisted 
forward and into the hole it had come from. 
     Her knees buckled and she could feel herself falling to the
floor.  But he caught her.  Their mouths were still engaged when
what he wanted to happen happened.  Blood came up through her mouth
and started running out into his.  Dark red blood poured down the
creases in the lovers mouths and down onto their chests and finally
to a small bloodstained puddle on the floor. 
     He drank as much as he could as it came out, loving the
quenching feeling it gave him.  He looked into her eyes as she
started to fade away.  Her eyes questioned `why'.  He brought up
the hand that was not holding the knife and lowered her eye lids
for her.  He lowered her to the ground, his arms feeling release
from the dead weight he was holding.  
     He raised his head from her mouth.  Blood dripped off his face
onto her lips.  He looked at her noticing how peaceful she looked. 
A grin crossed his face and then he lowered his lips across her own
and began to kiss again.  And that night, Pam would find herself
making love in a way she had never tried before.  A way without
breathing. 
